The Temple hall was filled with a deadly silence, the quiet that follows the crash of thunder. The King's words echoed like rolling thunder in their ears, striking terror into their hearts.
Terrified to the core, Oorta's back was slick with a sudden cold sweat. With a loud thud, he fell prostrate in the hall, banging his head on the floor.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty! ... I... I am innocent, I was deceived, I harbor no thoughts of rebellion! Your Majesty! ..."
Xiulote observed coldly, then turned to look at Huitu Puapu.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Huitu Puapu banged his head on the floor three times, nearly breaking his forehead. His thoughts raced as he struggled to speak.
