The crowd goes crazy instantly. Few even take out their shoes and start throwing them at him.
" Kill him!"
" Murderer!"
" Burn him alive!"
" Show his face!"
No matter what the people say, Phoenix's black hood-covered face doesn't lower. He walks straight and tall.
The guards continue to drag him forward. His body crosses the council and a strange knot twists in Zach's stomach.
Emerald's hand rests on his shoulder for support, but at that moment it means nothing. All he could feel was that strange feeling of dread inside.
Like he was going to do the biggest sin in his life, which will neutralize all good he ever did. No. She deserves this.
There is no turning back.
He can't possibly sympathize with a murderer now. Fighting his resolute he looked down to find a trail of bloo
