Such a thing, like a woman spoiled by countless men, is better left untouched.
Marcus, we are people who have reached the pinnacle of power, we are noble. Finish him off."
Zote ordered calmly.
The other sergeants stood motionless, their gazes towards Marcus filled with a mocking desire, eager to see how Marcus would decide, as a way to compensate for their own deficiencies.
Marcus froze in place.
He had no choice but to carry out the command, just like in the end, everyone... had no choice but to die.
He could not refuse.
This was Zote's power.
His spirit was like a crumbling tower; even something that should not have taken any effort at all, like picking up a sword, felt like he was lifting something immensely heavy, his hand trembling incessantly.
His teacher just watched Marcus calmly, without speaking.
Marcus prayed inwardly, hoping someone would save him, drag him out of this desperate mire, oh heaven!
