"Do not make a decision that could put us all in danger, I suggest you give us back the relic and walk away." The soldier spoke in a stern voice, smoke was practically billowing from his nostrils.
"The only person I care about is dead, do you think I care about your lives?" Zoya queried, her firm voice coated with revulsion and her stormy eyes narrowed at them with a whirlwind of fury brewing inside them.
Silence ushered around the vicinity as she spoke, while the soldiers aimed their swords at her, ready to lunge forward and attack.
"What reason did you have to kill him? He was only a single man yet you cowards trapped him with your large numbers and struck him down together, just for helping me escape. How is saving the woman you love, treason? How is saving an innocent woman from execution, treason?!!!" She yelled painfully.