"People of Aris," William said, his voice echoing through every broadcast crystal across the continent, "yesterday, I promised all of you that before the next sunrise arrived, the tyrannical rule of the Light Church and Pope Winston would come to an end."
Then, without hesitation, he raised a severed head high into the air.
It belonged to Pope Winston.
The moment viewers recognized the face, silence spread across Aris like a wave.
Markets that had previously buzzed with arguments and speculation fell completely still; crowds froze where they stood.
Even nobles and rulers watching from their private chambers felt chills crawl down their spines.
No one could fully process what they were seeing.
Pope Winston was dead.
His head was being showcased on public display before the entire continent.
William's expression remained cold and emotionless as he continued speaking.
