Chapter 118: The Trial Begins

Inside of a large hall that resembled a king's throne room, or a church, hundreds of people began to line the seats.

As the seats filled up, guards and knights began making thier way into the room by the dozens.

They stationed themselves on the sides of the room. The grandeur of the throne room was matched only by the tension that hung heavy in the air.

High ceilings adorned with intricate carvings loomed overhead, while marble pillars stretched towards the heavens like silent sentinels.

In came Nect and his group, which included his prosecutor. The prosecutor was a stern-looking man in his mid-forties.

He wore a luxurious cotton robe made of white and green colors and had his chin raised up in pride.

He seemed like a pompous shit-bag at first glance.

At the back of the room was a more elevated floor, atop which was a fairly large throne made of clean-cut silver. It was adorned with various red gems from its tip down to the handholds.