(Execution Livestream Continuation, The Righteous Commoner's POV)
Across the universe, trillions watched the execution livestream with rapt attention, their faces illuminated by holographic projections as the image of Soron standing against Helmuth burned into public consciousness.
For most within the Righteous Faction, there was no ambiguity in what they were witnessing.
This was justice.
Or at least, that was what they had been taught to believe.
From crowded city plazas to private estate halls, from warships stationed in distant systems to backwater settlements where the signal arrived seconds late, voices rose in unison, spitting curses and venom toward the image of the Cult God, insults flowing freely as fear masqueraded as righteousness and hatred found comfort in numbers.
"Look at him," someone sneered, their voice amplified across a communal hall.
"That monster finally looks cornered."
"Good," another scoffed. "Let Helmuth tear him apart. Let the whole galaxy watch."
