The Government Hall was only a few kilometers from the Execution Ground. Sovell arrived in less than ten seconds.
No one stood before the stake on the platform. Only a severed hemp rope remained.
Below the platform, bodies lay everywhere, and blood flowed in rivers.
Civilians killed by mistake, guards who had tried to stop the rescue, and fragments of swords littered the ground.
Most striking of all was a corpse that had nearly been cleaved in two.
The fine clothes on the corpse were soaked with blood. The broken sword in his hand was exquisitely decorated, and a horrific wound stretched from his left shoulder to his right waist.
Sovell's fingertips trembled slightly. He carefully turned the body over and wiped the clotted blood from his face...
It was Gaheris.
Gaheris, the knight who held the sixth seat of the Round Table, had met a gruesome end at Lancelot's hands.
His eyes remained open in death.
Sovell slowly closed his eyes. Then his pupils gradually narrowed into slits as he looked toward the frenzied figure in the distance, fighting as he retreated with a pitch-black Demon Sword in hand.
That black Demon Sword seemed unusually sturdy. Its opponent's crimson Demon Sword had struck its blade several times without leaving a single mark. Instead, tiny chips kept appearing along the crimson blade's edge.
Just as the black Demon Sword deflected its opponent's all-out strike and was about to cleave their skull, a figure caught it barehanded.
"Is this... Arondight?"
Even Sovell had not expected that this Demon Sword, so thick with an ominous aura from afar, had once been Arondight, the holy sword that shone with the pure light of the lake.
"Sir... Sovell..."
The man beneath the black helmet struggled to speak, his voice utterly hoarse.
Clearly, even with