Bab 512: Pre-Written Script!

Unlike the usual bustling, gossip-filled court grounds, where whispers and murmurs fluttered from one person to another, the Royal Arena was dead silent. Thousands sat in deep silence, their breaths barely audible as they waited, their eyes glued to the masked man standing before Emperor Ryon Lionheart.

At that moment, not a soul dared to speak. Many in the audience had come with their own motives, some seeking justice, others vengeance, and many simply craving the spectacle of watching a man executed. 

Emperor Ryon sat atop his towering throne in a regal posture. He held the Judgment Staff of the Seventh Realm, a scepter that symbolized his absolute authority. With one simple gesture, it could silence armies with a magical spell. 

"So, what is your name?" The Emperor's voice, amplified by the magical yanthras scattered around the Arena, shattered the silence like thunder on a clear day.