CHAPTER FIFTY
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Several days ago, beneath the angry sky that grumbles ominously, Amendiel had passed the judgment to Vulgus.
Alive but severely wounded, Vulgus was chained to the large stone pillar at the centre of the kingdom, completely surrounded by a crowd who must bear witness according to the ancient laws.
The traitor's dragon core had already been extracted by Ignavar's skilled hands during the battle, leaving Vulgus powerless, his once-formidable dragon essence reduced to nothing more than a hollow ache in his chest. Without his core, he could not heal, could not transform, could not even summon the smallest flame. He was less than human now - a broken shell awaiting his king's final judgment.
"You exiled me for a female of the fallen Faelori… I merely wanted justice, I don't regret it!" Vulgus spat blood at Amendiel's feet, his voice hoarse from screaming during the torture he has received in the dungeon in the past days.
