I, the King Draumud, within the Kingdom of Solmire, SHALL HAVE THIS MAN EXECUTED FOR THE MASS KILLINGS OF THE PEOPLE.
The man with the name Elroy under the blade thought to himself: To die such a pitiful death infront of these sheep... its rather distasteful.
The crowd stared. The priest whispered prayers. The blade gleamed.
The moment it should have struck… everything froze, yet the man remained passing.
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The wind vanished. The sun dimmed unnaturally. A voice — louder than thought, deeper than any drum — filled the sky.
"Enough."
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The executioner's hand froze mid-swing. The king's command faltered on his lips. The crowd screamed curses, yet no sound escaped.
A figure of light appeared above the ground, impossible to look at, yet perfectly clear. A sort of god had come.
"Too many sins weigh upon you. You have took many lives, viewed yourself as above everything, ignored mercy. We have come to the conclusion that you deserve divine judgement."
The man's heart raced. Not in fear, but disbelief and surprise.
A god… really? After all the lives I've ended… you decide to show up now!? cackles
The figure paid no mind to his comment.
"You shall not walk in the day. You shall feel the sun burn you. Let your life stretch uselessly… until you meet a bitter end."
Time continued.
A cold, sharp power coursed through his veins, tightening his muscles, sharpening his senses. He felt it in every fiber of his body—he was no longer just flesh and bone. The shackles groaned under his newfound strength, and with a sudden, violent snap, they shattered, useless against him.
But the sun was relentless. Every inch of exposed skin blistered and screamed, forcing him to stumble, to roll across the grounds, desperate for the shelter of shade.
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The people fell to their knees, screaming, some backing away in horror. Mothers clutched their children, men stared, wide-eyed, mouths open, unable to comprehend what had just occurred.
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The Priest in fear, "B-Blessed saints… such evil… such… power…" he muttered, shaking as the air around him seemed to hum with unnatural force.
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King Draumud's face paled. Words faltered on his tongue. "Kn… knights… kill him! kill that thing! He cannot… he cannot escape!"
Soldiers surged forward, shouting, spears and swords lowered. The crowd shrieked, some stumbling backward, others frozen in terror. The priest's voice quavered, prayers spilling into the air like fragile wings against an impossible storm.
Elroy forced himself up, jaw tight, eyes scanning for anything—walls, carts, market stalls—that could shield him from the burning daylight. He could not walk freely in the sun. Not now. Not ever.
A knight lunged, sword aimed to strike his chest. He twisted his body, barely avoiding the blade, and tumbled into a narrow alley. The sunlight bit him mercilessly as he pressed against the wall, flames lancing through his skin. Sweat mixed with blood, his muscles screaming, lungs burning—but he could not stop.
The king's voice continued from a distance, sharp with rage: "What are you doing! Get him!"
Elroy's mind worked with cold precision. He could not confront the soldiers in the open—he would burn alive. Every movement had to be calculated, every shadow a sanctuary. A cart provided cover, a doorway swallowed him as he slid past. His body screamed in protest, pain like knives in every stride, but instinct and emerging strength carried him through.
By the time he reached the narrowest alley, sunlight still searing his back, he allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. The city stretched ahead in darkness-filled streets, rooftops, and alleys—a maze made for someone who would never walk freely in daylight. The curse was absolute. The world of daylight was now a prison.
Elroy pressed his hands against the stone wall, chest heaving, lips curled in a cold, unyielding smile. Death hadn't claimed him—not yet. Another day, another chance.
Ahead, an old, abandoned house loomed, its broken windows and crumbling walls offering shelter from the burning light. He slipped inside, silent and unhurried, finally letting his guard down as he's found refuge.