章 79: What Does Rebellion Bring?

The city of Byzeth erupted into chaos the moment Aric's army marched through its gates. It had been only a whisper before, rumors in the dark—Aszer's failed rebellion.

But now, as the citizens of Byzeth watched a Valerian prince parade through their streets with the severed head of their king dangling from a pole, that whisper became a roar.

Aric could feel the tension mounting in the air, intoxicating like the scent of blood before battle. The people's faces twisted with uncertainty, fear, and desperation.

What did this mean for their kingdom? For their lives?

The streets teemed with bodies as word of Aric's arrival spread like wildfire. People poured out of their homes, abandoning their shops and stalls, joining the swelling crowd that trailed behind the army.

Some walked in silence, their faces ashen, while others whispered to one another in hushed tones, trying to make sense of the catastrophe that had befallen them.