“I take no joy in this. It is only justice.”
I turn away from Queen Jasmine, focusing on the spectacle down below. She may not take joy – but I will have deep satisfaction in seeing the sadistic fucker executed for his crimes. Lord Oblog has been responsible for enslaving and killing thousands of women.
As I watch Marcel approach him, it’s as if I can feel Ling standing beside me, looking down at him with cold justice in her eyes.
Marcel grabs Oblog’s arm, dragging him into the center to the Arena.
My three men look down at him. He screams, pleading, hitting his wet hands against the dry sand.
My triad looks up at me.
I nod.
Their Orb-Blades activate as one. Oblog’s scream reaches a crescendo.
Then, all three blades slide into his cursed heart.
The screams turn into a hissing gurgle as the Toad Lord falls to the ground.
His crown rolls across the sand.
The crowd cheers in triumph.
As thousands of Aurelians cheer in bloodlust, Jasmine stands and turns. I watch her walk away from the spectacle down below – the weight of the universe on her shoulders.