Zoemi, Raun – and Raun's men keeping a certain distance – walked over to the podium in the center of the execution ground.
It wasn't a gallows, just a wooden structure that would elevate the criminal and the executioner for the cheering crowd to see.
The execution itself would be done with magic – ice magic- whenever the appropriately strong ice magician would be available, and if that option wasn't available, a magician confirmed to be stronger would be tasked with delivering justice to the criminal.
Although there wasn't anything special about the podium at the first glance, the atmosphere surrounding it was indeed quite eerie as if the countless lives that met their end on top of it had changed the rather simple construction into something threatening.
"How about now? Did actually seeing the place where you will end up had opened your mind to the weight of your sins?"
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