A brutal death, isn't it?

'This sucks!' Veila cursed in her thoughts. 

It were only a few days since she became the elder of her division. 

It happened not due to her skill and accomplishments earning her the role and only serving to reinforce the respect and authority she already had. 

No. 

The only reason why she ended up in charge of an entire division was that her teacher, the former man of the role, set off for the battlefield where he would likely meet his doom. 

Veila's new role was nothing more but a child of sect strict administrative rules. 

Just a bureaucratic folly. 

But now that Veila was forced to walk down the street with her hands chained. There was a simple rope looped around her neck, with the rope's end firmly held by a person Veila considered to be her peer. Narish, just another inner disciple of the sect like many.