Submission, Spare Their Lives, Didn't I Say I'm the Lord of Glory?

In the dark prison cell, Xhakas' eyes were lifeless, his lips parched, and his throat felt like it had swallowed a stone, causing immense pain.

He looked at the other two councilors who clung to the cell door, staring outside with no glimmer of hope in their eyes. Despair gradually filled his heart.

Under the terrifying onslaught of magic, the Starshine City Council was reduced to just the three of them.

He remembered clearly how Hadman and the other council members were torn apart by the relentless onslaught of spells and arrows. Their once-proud private army fell apart like fragile sea beasts being mercilessly slaughtered by that powerful force.

Thinking of these memories, a look of pain flashed in Xhakas's eyes.