****************************************NORTH ANGUS******************************************They had formed a line in front of the tyrant. The night's temperatures fell to zero due to the ashore wind, making it unbearable for them to live outdoors. The three saints of the soul master, Lancer, Charger, and Raider, appeared in front of the audience assembled outside the king's fallen palace. The podium, which was normally used to address the townspeople, was to be transformed into an execution site.Individuals knelt before the audience on the platform: Alexander Xermia, the Xermia family's head, Rowan Eelse, the Eelse family's head, Ulrio Townsdy, the Townsdy family's head, Sho Akiro, the Akiro family's head, Sigrid Hermon, the Hermon family's head, Thomas Miler, the Milner family's head, and Simmons Harmel Zeyer.Erik Rovier and Anselm Portriesse had escaped the ordeal with the rest of the town's residents. Julius Aldeim had succumbed to the sword of his lieutenant, Jrue Deryleen, a

FIVE YEARS AGOTyndale entered the castle, his look drawn to the wonderful craftsmanship of engineering. He strolled through the position of authority chamber, the tips of his fingertips scratching against the dinner table within the room's center. Charger, Marauder, and Lancer, the three holy people, trailed behind. Jrue Deryleen, his lieutenant, risen from one conclusion of the room as he drawn closer the position of royalty. He was using his double edges, which he had wrapped around Lora's neck. He drew her closer to the dictator.Tyndale looked at the two and noticed a striking similitude between them. They were correct copies of each other, and their eyes, whereas being of inverse sexual orientations, were strikingly comparative. He might tell this was Jrue's sister right away. He drawn nearer the position of royalty and fixed the ties that held his robe in bind behind his back. The holy people ran to him and gotten it when it dropped to the ground, anticipating it from touching

The heinous deeds he'd committed, he was unable to forgive himself for such heinous deeds.Lora felt bad for him. She had seen the tragedy that had befallen her brother. The mindless machine that slaughtered innocent people for the thrill of watching one struggle for his last breath as they died. As he cut off people's limbs, he grinned satirically. She knew he would never do anything like that, and she desperately wanted to help him forget about it, but there was no chance she could do that.For an extended amount of time, he sat in his chair, weeping. Lora sat beside him on the edge of the bunk, trying to console him. He eventually slowed down enough to answer some of her sister's questions after a while.“Are you okay now?” she inquired.He responded, "Yes, I guess I'm fine now."Lora bent in closer and gave him a sidelong glance.“Could you please explain what happened? How did you end up in this situation? She inquired, "How did the dictator bring you under his control?"Jrue took a deep

“No, Jrue, we're not going to talk about it anymore. I don't want to see those heretics deceive my son. Gifts are a curse placed on the earth by Arni, the Elder Brother god. They are a means of vengeance. “Don't you see the deaths they caused, the schisms they triggered in the human race, and then the visitor glorifies them and tries to teach our children sorcery?” his mother exclaimed.“but, mother... please. This is a one-time request from me. Many of the children have also been brought to the registration office. Jrue, on the verge of tears, pled, "This is the only thing I'm asking of you."Lora stood at the other end of the table, refusing to take sides as the two argued. Jrue and her mother would sometimes exchange glances, signaling her to join in the verbal brawl and choose a side. Yet she sat reluctantly, knowing that none of it was worth her time, and that her mother's words were final.“Listen, my boy. The man claims to be from the opposite shore. Apart from the minuscule de

FALLEN CITY OF NORTH ANGUSTyndale stepped up to the podium shortly after they had assembled, and the crowd's chatter and sobbing subsided. As he approached the ones kneeling on the podium, he walked cautiously, eyeing the captured men, Jrue Deryleen trailed behind him. He came to a halt and turned to face the audience.“I have come to rid you of the weaklings you all worship as your leaders, my people. They have shied away from their true obligations and have driven the kingdom into perilous times. I couldn't take it any longer, so I came here to teach you how this kingdom could really thrive...” he said.The sobs of an elderly woman in the audience cut short his voice. To find her, he searched the crowd. When he finally did, he motioned to one of the undead knight guards, and the two of them forced their way through the crowd toward the woman. Her sobs were heavier when she knew they were coming after her, and she made her way thr