Raphael Earhart
After Renald and Liana gave a respectful bow, Erin and I quickly joined them, helping escort the detained nobles—the same ones who, even in chains, clung to the desperate hope of blending into the flow of other prisoners that had filled the registration hall.
Their despair was palpable even from a distance. Some could barely keep their legs steady. Others kept glancing over their shoulders, scanning for a chance to bolt.
But there was nowhere left to run.