"Ahhhhh!"
The fierce burning sensation swept through his entire body.
Through the distorted flames, he saw the cold silhouette of Solomon atop the bell tower, and also the grotesque smiles of the nobility below who once toasted to him.
The screams continued for ten minutes.
In the end, only a charred, curled-up corpse remained.
......
The night had completely enveloped St. Peter's Cathedral.
At the very top of the bell tower, there was no wind, only a suffocating stillness.
Solomon stood alone on the edge of the terrace, without any railing beneath his feet.
The entire Southeast capital stretched out beneath him like a painting recolored by flames.
Neighborhoods lit up one by one with orange-red light, the flames of the stakes flickering, and the screams were diluted by the height, leaving only a vague vibration, as if the earth were softly groaning.
Solomon did not feel cruelty, nor pleasure.
