The news spread through Lechia with astonishing speed.
Lucas had returned.
Not only had he returned from the dead…
He had captured Khan.
Every road leading to the grand arena became packed with people rushing to witness what many believed would be the final chapter of the prince's betrayal.
Within a remarkably short time, the arena was overflowing.
Every seat was occupied.
People stood shoulder to shoulder in the walkways.
Others climbed onto nearby rooftops and walls simply to catch a glimpse of the scene below.
The atmosphere was unlike anything Lechia had experienced before.
This was no longer a trial.
It was history unfolding before their eyes.
The imperial procession soon arrived.
The great gates opened, and the soldiers announced the arrival of the rulers.
The Empress entered first.
She wore no expression of triumph.
Only quiet determination.
