บท 1127: Shackles

The surge of youths with crimson eyes flooded the battlefield. But, the targets they were looking for didn't seem to be anywhere to be found. All they saw were the littered and bloody bodies of their fellow Healing Arm members and a single silver armored man standing before a courtyard surrounded by four silver pillars. 

Many of them were confused, but even more of them seemed to realize that their enemy was precisely this silver armored man. 

"KILL HIM!" Therin's enraged roar shook those who were confused out of this state. 

However, when they heard Therin call for murder, they were shocked. Though it wasn't like no one had ever died in a faction war, it was still rare. On top of that, it was quite frowned upon. These were the types of things the Elder's Council would step in to stop.