"What did you-" Before they could even speak, Silas grabbed the closest spear, and with a single twist of his wrist, he bent and broke the spear into two pieces.
"I said..." Taking a step forward, Silas moved swiftly, stabbing the tip of the spear into one of their legs before turning around and stabbing the other in the shoulder, through their armor, and right into their bones.
Both soldiers fell, yet three others remained.
"You're all weak."
"..."
"..."
"..."
They all understood that they weren't enough to go against Silas, however, they had already known that from the start.
The killing intent they felt as the individual came closer to the city already told that he was beyond their league, and now that they were looking at him, they could not help but take a step back.
At first, they saw that he was nothing but a child, so they took a step forward, hoping that he was no one too important.
He looked like a 10-year-old after all. Despite him standing right before their eyes, they couldn't believe that he would the be person to release so much killing intent.
Plus, if he actually was the person, wouldn't he be well-known throughout the city? After all, he does have a level of power that has only been achieved by royals at his age.
"Now... you will tell me why you're here." Silas smiled, yet the killing intent that flickered around him remained all the same.
"W-We're just here to protect the prince..." One of them, however, decided to stand their ground.
They still had their spear pointed toward Silas' throat, yet their eyes flickered with fear the entire time,
'Topaz level at best... What the hell are they trying to protect him from? Ants?' Silas thought to himself, still now used to refer to the metal ranking that others use.
"You guys?" Silas raised a brow.
"That's what we said too!" One of the soldiers cried, his face facing the ground as he kneeled with his hands on his head.
"Shut up Ell!" Another shouted, yet Ell wasn't listening.
"Hmm. Well, that's dumb. But I guess the people around the prince are already strong enough, You guys are essentially cannon fodder." Silas chuckled before waving at them and heading toward the rest of the generals.
Looking down, Silas saw thousands of people still standing around the execution platform, however, by now many of them had dispersed slightly.
Before, it was too uniform.
Everyone was in neat lines, but now that they had their minds back, they were talking to one another, their eyes locked upon their friends and lover as they held them tight.
Many of them could be seen crying, and from what Silas could hear, those with stronger wills had remained conscious throughout the entire week Greed was the commander.
They could see and hear everything that was happening around them... Hell, they could feel everything that was happening, but they still couldn't control their bodies.
They watched on as if they were spectators in their own minds, hearing the thought process of what was supposed to be them, but never being able to change it.
Others were lucky and had weaker minds, allowing them to simply forget everything that had happened the moment they broke free from the control...
However, a small portion of people, a minuscule minority, had it worse than anyone else.
Their minds were quickly corrupted, and within days of the corruption, they had been brainwashed fully...
And permanently.
Silas could only look at these individuals with slight pity.
Of course, the pity was quickly overshadowed by what felt like an ever-burning rage in his heart, however, it was still there.
And for once, a small bit of him also felt guilt.
It was small, but it was also present every time he looked at the dead-eyed individuals who stood around, their lives have become meaningless the moment Greed died.
'If I had waited longer... Everyone else would have been just like them.' Silas thought while biting his lip in frustration.
But that didn't matter right now, after all, what was most important in that moment was not the people who had suffered...
Looking around, Silas could tell that the people were waiting for an answer, however, just when they thought an answer was going to come, the execution platform began to retract, floating back to the enormous tree in the middle of the city.
It wasn't far, however, Silas could already hear an uproar beginning to brew.
His eyes scanned the crowd for a moment before they eventually locked upon a red-haired individual.
'You will definitely become useful in the near future...' Silas thought while looking at Alex, however, he quickly moved away from the large crowd and entered one of the alleyways.
Many people looked at him, some wondering why he was leaving in the first place, while others, who could remember what had happened to all of them, looked at him with ounces of awe and suspicion.
But, yet again, that didn't matter.
***
"I have to say... You guys really saved me back there." Archie chuckled, his arms still behind his back as his cuffs were still on.
However, despite the compliment that Archie had given them, they all remained silent and simply looked away from him.
Archie was right... They were a family, and despite everything going well in the end, they still betrayed him... And Archie hadn't forgotten about that.
He was simply keeping up appearances. The only two he believed had the right to puff their chests out were Silas and Eclipse, after all, one of them created a rebellion group, while the other did what they did best...
"Enough moping. We need to get out there and make sure Greed is dead... For good this time. Silas said he would deal with her, but I doubt he'll be able to kill-"
"Oh really?" A voice came from behind them, suddenly cutting Eclipse off.
And when they turned around, they saw a green eyes individual, staring at them as killing intent seeped out of their body like it was nothing.
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