Above the bustling, prosperous Triangle Council Square, sunlight pierced the earth like silver needles. It was absolutely damned weather.
Yet it could not stop the ever-thickening crowd. It could not be helped—today was Rooney's execution day. This was the ending that infamous human councilman deserved.
That bald head was as conspicuous as a Sunstone beneath the sun. It had taken only two days for that face to go from exposed to notorious. Nearly every living being on the continent knew that name.
His fame had even far surpassed that of the Human King.
But now, that head was trapped in a noose braided from hemp rope. Behind him stood a burly executioner, one foot on the trapdoor pedal, awaiting the order from the distant council members.
At that moment, it seemed as if every living being had their breath held down. The usually clamorous council square was unnaturally silent.
The clock above the square moved forward tick by tick, each tick like a death warrant, shaking the nerves of every living being.
Click!
With a light, crisp sound, the commander far away gave the order, and the executioner immediately stomped down on the pedal.
Rooney, who had been standing whole upon the wooden platform, suddenly lost the ground beneath both feet. His neck jammed tightly in the noose, his eyeballs bulging completely out from their sockets. The sight was truly vicious.
Yet no one looked away. It was as though the evil in their hearts had finally been punished.
Half a day later, the crowd began to loosen.
Some dispersed amid whistles, while others wore their usual smiles again. The marchers who had once been filled with righteous indignation tossed their waving flags beside the rubbish heap and burned them. The greatest scandal of the Human Race ended just like