The square felt suffocating.
The afternoon sun hung high above the cathedral spires, its bright light pouring down over the execution plaza. Yet despite the warmth of the day, the air felt cold.
Heavy.
Tense.
Thousands of people stood packed shoulder to shoulder across the square, but no one dared raise their voice above a murmur.
Because something far more terrifying than an execution was unfolding before their eyes.
A Holy Bishop was being accused.
And not just of corruption—
But of colluding with cultists.
The murmurs spread like wildfire through the crowd.
"What is he talking about…?"
"An old woman?"
"Who is this old healer?"
"Did the bishop really torture someone?"
"That can't be true…"
"But the Saintess herself accused him…"
People glanced nervously toward the clergy.
Others whispered anxiously among themselves.
"Could it really be true?"
"Is the church hiding something?"
The tension climbed higher with every passing second.
