Valentius looked at the souls of the dead. He had seen them before. He had seen them as he had butchered through Life's Song.
He didn't care about the dead. He only cared about living through the war with Wrath.
The Nightshade took hold of his chains and tugged.
"I am alive," Valentius said with narrowed eyes. "I am alive, and I will never allow myself to be judged until I die!"
That was the Nightshade way. That was the old way.
Still, the ghost neared him. Showing him the images of the dead villagers.
"Do you deny your crime?" The woman asked. Valentius regarded her with a stern gaze. What crimes? He was the Caesar! These people had refused him aid!
"I do," Valentius said, as he tried to break free of his chains again.
The ghost took a step back. It had never thought that someone would deny their crimes. The ghosts of the people behind the ghost were shaking their heads. Their teeth were bloody and rotting.