The sun rose over Tekkora's central square, casting long shadows across a scene of calculated torment. A full day had passed since Eude's ultimatum, and the merchant lord had proven as ruthless as his reputation suggested. The hundreds of citizens remained huddled in the square, their faces gaunt with hunger and terror. No food, no water, no shelter—only the constant presence of the Crimsan Blades standing guard with weapons drawn.
Eude sat on the edge of the fountain, his posture relaxed despite the horror he orchestrated. His eyes never left Cleora, who remained chained beside her children near the fountain's base. Throughout the long night, he had alternated between threats and promises, seeking any crack in her resolve that he might exploit.
