Chapter 233 - 233: The Commandments of Iron

The crying did not stop.

It rolled through the square in waves—ragged, high, human, unbearable. Women knelt in the blood and held the dead as if warmth might somehow be forced back into them by grief alone. Old men trembled where they stood, too proud to fall, too broken to speak. Children clung to skirts and sleeves and stared with wide, stunned eyes at bodies that only moments ago had still been part of the world.

And all of it—every sob, every curse half-swallowed, every hateful stare, every silent accusation—was pointed at him.

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