The man was held down by two soldiers while Gresch unsheathed his blade and cut him down. The general's hand was strong and sure—he cut off the head in a single blow. It rolled on the ground as the body sprayed blood all over.
There was silence.
"Death is the fate of traitors to their people. But we are not traitors," Farini repeated for the crowd. "We are the saviors. The saviors!"
"The saviors! The saviors!" people caught on, chanting for a while as Farini waited.
When they quieted again, Farini declared the fare of the other prisoners.
Those who were willing to accept him as the Prophet of Dalmanrach and their future High King, as well as accept Dalmanrach himself and the new holy scriptures spread by Farini, would be let go. Of course, not too far away—Farini was going to give them jobs somewhere where he could watch them.
