Lebu Potts cut through the sea of onlookers.
His sharp gaze was fixed on the platform, and there was no hesitation in the way he carried himself. He led three people behind him — two were Agents of the Brotherhood, while the third was an old man with his head covered.
From the way he was restrained, it was clear he was their prisoner.
The people around them quickly stepped aside, creating a path as the group advanced toward the stage. The atmosphere in that part of the square grew tense as curious eyes followed their every movement.
Soon, the small group arrived before the main platform.
So this man is Constantine the Tyrant…
Lebu thought to himself in slight nervousness as he gazed at the raven-haired youth standing calmly on the platform.
Otherwise known as the Dark King!
Lovelace turned to Nylian Feno and asked with a light frown, "Have these men been vetted by the Lord Marshall?"
