Hector's povI walked into the massive Royal Courtroom.The hall was packed to absolute capacity. Hundreds of elders, pack leaders, and high-ranking Lycan lords were shouting and arguing loudly, their voices echoing off the vaulted ceilings. The air was thick with tension, rage, and grief.In the center of the courtroom, standing on the raised stone platform, was Larry.He was bound in heavy iron chains around his neck, wrists, and ankles. His clothes were torn, his hair silver and matted. But more than that, his eyes were completely dead. He didn't look like a dangerous dark sorcerer anymore. He looked like an empty, withered shell of a man who had lost his reason to exist.When I walked through the heavy double doors, the courtroom instantly fell dead silent. Every lord and elder stood up, bowing their heads in profound respect for my grief.I walked slowly up the aisle to the high throne, but I didn't sit down. I stood at the top of the dais, staring down at Larry. I felt no anger.
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