108 people were kneeling on the ground in the courtyard of the Gracefields. All of them were in a trance with no emotion in their eyes, as if they had lost their souls.
The leader of the Gracefields. Greg and Remus' fiancee, Seraphine, was there. She was tied up with a cloth stuffed in her mouth.
Beside her was a charming young man that held the dagger at her neck. It was Graham Gracefield. He should be called Graham Reese instead. He was Ned's son!
Ned stood at the top like a divine being, looking down at everyone. He counted with his fingers and said, "I won't die in five days. What? Five days later, I will still be alive?"
How could this be?
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