(Execution Livestream Continuation, Veyr's POV)
For a while after the Cult army appeared out of the Dimensional Portal, Veyr did not react at all, his expression frozen as though his mind had simply refused to accept what his eyes were showing him, because hope was a dangerous thing for someone who had already made peace with death.
He sat bound upon the execution stage, chains biting into his wrists and ankles as divine restraints hummed softly beneath his skin, while the battlefield beyond the Chakravyuh erupted into chaos, the arrival of the Cult fleet tearing apart the certainty that had wrapped around his fate only minutes ago.
'They came to save me?'
He wondered, as that single question struck him harder than any blade ever could.
The Cult had come.
