"The flame ignited in the hearts of the populace is truly something to be feared!" Standing on the deck of the Flying Airship, Perfikot gazes down at the lower district, his expression very somber.
It is nighttime now, but the entire lower district of Langton is brightly lit, reflecting over the city as if it were daylight.
These are burning stakes and torches forming several fire dragons.
The executions continue from morning till night, for a whole day, with numerous cultists thrown into the fire, turning into a handful of white ash.
But the stakes never extinguish as new cultists are constantly thrown into the fire.
The people spontaneously form several groups, actively searching all over the districts, dragging out those identified as cultists from their homes and throwing them onto the stakes.
For this, they've even set several houses on fire, making the flames even more dazzling.
