Under the rules of [Unanimous Acclaim], the citizens' verdict could determine Anaxa's fate.
"Teacher..." Phainon looked at Anaxa, grief welling up in him.
There had been misunderstandings between them, but everything his teacher had done had helped the Journey of the Spark.
He had not only revealed the truth behind Amphoreus's [Cycle], but had also destroyed the Elder Council's credibility and strengthened Aglaea's rule.
"Death! Death! Death! Death!"
The citizens raised their fists, furious at what Anaxa had done.
Without Kephale, Okhema would not have known the peace it enjoyed today.
Experimenting on his divine body was beyond forgiveness.
Laigushi turned to Aglaea and asked:
"What will you choose, Lady Goldweaver?"
As the final arbiter, Aglaea could use her position to reduce Anaxa's sentence by force.
She could cite his survival of the Tree Court, for instance, or the dwindling number of Chrysos Heirs...
"Don't hesitate, Aglaea. That isn't like you!" Anaxa's face had swollen beyond recognition, but he kept shouting:
"Do I still have to tell you what to do?!"
"..." Aglaea took a deep breath and slowly turned toward the insufferably arrogant man.
"Then, according to the result of [Unanimous Acclaim]..."
"By Taranton, may you bring him the fate of [Death]."
"Yeah!!" The moment the sentence was passed, the crowd erupted in cheers.
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap, clap! Thunderous applause rose from the Audience Gallery.
The place was as lively as a festival...
Elsewhere.
At the heart of the Netherworld Flower Sea.
Polysia was gone.
Standing among the flowerbeds, Castorice smiled at Yan Huan.
"Your Excellency, allow me to introduce myself again."
"In the mortal world, my name is Castorice. Now I am the Demigod of [Death], the life aspect of Senatos..."
"Welcome to the end of the west wind. Welcome to my Underworld."
"..." Yan