"Kneel." The commander of the holy knights yanked the chain making the clearly exhausted girl fall.
"Commander Cyrus."
He quickly turned around. "Greetings, Your Excellency, Pope Louis. Greetings to the child of miracles, Lady Lisandra Lorris."
The pope nodded, then he faced the crowd and read the scroll, "As you all may know, today we will perform a rite to end this evil existence! The vessel of calamity placed by the devil, Xenofon! Today shall go down history as the most prominent ritual the world has ever seen! When the cursed being disappears the million year old prophecy will be realized and the God of Amaritus will bring us salvation!"
The crowd cheered.
'Really... It's sickening.' Arisha thought. She didn't dare to look around to see the happy reactions of people to her death.
"Arisha, the cursed... being." A familiar voice called out.
She raised her head. 'Lisandra.'
