025: Strength

Lynch's voice was like a cold blade, slicing through the feverish clamor of the square. His appearance instantly plunged the Punishment Square into brief silence, every gaze fixed on him as if time had frozen.

Everyone was stunned, thinking they were hallucinating. Or was this some sort of performance thrown in to spice up this mundane execution?

A prison break?

No one could believe this was real. After all, this was the Punishment Square, and the audience consisted of the most orthodox Purebloods from the great Wizard Families—the true rulers of this land!

For countless years, this place had seen who-knows-how-many executions of the guilty, yet never has anyone dared to resist.

To challenge this scene is to challenge the collective will of all Purebloods from the Wizard Families!

To challenge the supreme rules of this land!

"Ha ha!"

"Is this some kind of joke?"