The capital erupted into coordinated chaos within minutes of the broadcast's conclusion.
Royal guards poured into the streets from barracks across the city, their armor gleaming under torchlight as they moved with military precision. City watch forces joined them, decades of training activating as they coordinated sweeps designed to apprehend suspects before escape became possible.
"Secure all gates!" commanders shouted, their voices carrying through districts still reeling from what they'd witnessed. "No one matching the suspect descriptions leaves the capital!"
In the noble quarter, armored figures surrounded Lord Venn's manor with overwhelming force. Two dozen royal guards established a perimeter while a Master rank knight approached the main entrance with an arrest warrant in hand.
Inside, Lord Lewis Venn stumbled through his halls in a panic-fueled haze, his drug-addled mind struggling to process the catastrophe that had destroyed his carefully constructed life.
