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"This... these bastards are rebelling!"
Kaelrik's eyes burned with madness, his jaw clenched so tightly it seemed on the verge of shattering, his entire body trembling with molten rage surging through his veins as he watched the chaos unfold in the Square.
"How... how dare they?" he seethed, his voice low and venomous, each word heavily laced with murderous intent.
Without hesitation, he roared with madness, his voice reverberating across the square like a thunderclap.
"Gang up and take them down! Try not to kill them — I'll make them suffer a fate worse than death!"
The guards flinched, but his words instantly jolted them back to their senses. Their hesitation evaporated like smoke, and their eyes burned with renewed aggression.
Without delay, they surged forward, their weapons gleaming, ready to tear into the frenzied mob.
With that, the true battle began — vicious, bloody, and all-consuming.
….
"This was your idea, wasn't it?"
