Kyle heart froze. He tried to move but he couldn't.
It was almost like he was paralyzed from the neck down by their gaze.
Sacred Sound stepped forward, "I do not care even if he stole the King's crown. You are to inform me before barging into my presence and making demands."
Her words shifted the air in the room and many of the officials in the room stopped walking around, staring at the clash that was about to unfold.
The one with the rapier turned to look her in the eye and bowed once more, "I'm sorry Lady Oorum but it was a matter of immediate urgency."
Sacred Sound shrugged and looked at Kyle, "So is it true?" Her question made the walls of the tank tremble.
Kyle opened his mouth and shut it making him look like a fish gasping for water.
He couldn't explain it even if he tried. There was no escape for convicted blasphemers of divine lineage.
'What can I do?' His mind raced with plans but all of them were useless.
Not only could he not use his powers well, he would rather die than let the gods be the reason he survived being killed by their heretic spawns.
Dr. Ezio cleared his throat, "It doesn't really matter what you ask him now. The purity assessment tank prevents sound from going in and out."
His eyes flashed to Kyle from the corner of his eyes and back to the others, "And stopping the assessment now will damage it. It's best we wait."
Kyle's heart hammered against his ribcage, 'How am I hearing them if it's actually soundproof?' His eyes met Sacred Sound and she spared him a glance before turning away.
The glass surrounding him felt both like shelter and a prison, preventing them from taking him but also preventing him from escaping.
A sharp pain fired through Kyle's back and his vision spun.
The hum of the tank died down and the doors opened again with the same hiss.
Everyone's eyes locked on him at that moment and time seemed to freeze for Kyle.
Before he could process what had happened, the two guards were on him.
They vanished from across the room, appearing in front of him faster than he could blink.
The one with the lance gripped Kyle's forearm like a vise and pulled him out of the tank.
His shoulder let out a pop but they weren't done.
Kyle's cry of pain was cut off as he was slammed into the floor and a knee was pressed into his neck.
He could hardly breathe, barely managing to gasp for air.
"Why?" was the only question he managed to ask before he lost consciousness.
***
Kyle gasped for air, his eyes flying open and taking in his surroundings.
Many sensations flooded him at once, nearly overwhelming him but the most prominent were the cold and thirst.
'What happened?' His throat was dry and his head and shoulder hurt like never before.
The reality of his situation dawned on him as he actively remembered everything that happened.
His jaw dropped, "All this because of Kevin!!" He spat out.
"No. Because of the gods and their filthy existence, because of god-borns like me!" It seemed like the world was eager to prove to him that the gods were horrible and unworthy of worship.
He inhaled and forced himself to calm down, "Anger will only wear me out. I will need my energy."
With nothing else doing, he turned to inspect his environment.
He appeared to be in a wooden room with no doors and only a single window that brought in air and supplied a little illumination.
"How long have I been out?" He winced, it hurt to speak.
His eyes landed on the window, 'I need to get a better idea of where I am.'
Kyle tried to move but his arms suddenly jerked backwards, forcing him to sit and sending massive pain surging through his shoulder.
He looked down at his wrists and saw silver shackles, bound by chains.
'Makes sense.'
The shackles had faint engravings running intricately across their surface.
"Did they use an artifact to bind me?!" He didn't care that it hurt to speak.
Kyle's chuckle echoed in the dark, nearly empty room before bursting into a loud laugh.
Never did he imagine that he'd be bound by the same artifacts they used to hold insane criminals who had committed genocide or crimes against the kingdom.
"But then again, blasphemy is considered a crime." The irony of the situation was not lost on him.
Both he and his mom were going to die because of their hatred of gods.
A loud thud shook the room and it started to shake.
A slightly weighed feeling settled on Kyle and the ceiling of the room he was in slowly parted.
'Is the floor rising?' As strange as it seemed, the floors of the room he was in was rising.
Kyle, alongside the floor, was pushed through the ceiling.
A large courtroom with dozens of people came into view as he slowly rose.
The floor stopped rising and three bright lights flashed on him, ensuring everyone there could see him.
'What is going on? I'm on trial?' His eyes darted around the courtroom and every eye he saw looked at him with ill-hidden disgust.
On the largest seat was a tall man with no hair and striking green eyes. His gown was as white as it was expensive.
Gold jewelry decorated his neck and ears.
He raised a hand to his mouth and cleared his throat to silence the faint chatter.
"Today we have been brought a shamefully Common case. A blasphemer and one of divine descent at that." He began the proceedings and the room re-ignited with murmurs.
His eyes scanned Kyle with disdain, "An heir of Yeesha, the great Light Nephilim, should never have been brought to the court of justice for such a matter."
"I, Judge Diren, will ensure you are rightfully judged to the full extent of the law." Judge Diren spat out like it was venom.
He turned to the rest of the court, "Let the case begin."