Kill

In the last four days, Asher's world had been flipped several times.

First it was him getting imprisoned, then it was the invasion of the demons, then the death of Berk and Tess and finally becoming a heretic.

The small hope that he had discovered in the form of Beryl made him think that things might just turn out well, but now even that had been doused with the rivers of despair.

"Bring him to the other tent!" The voice of Clor was heard. "I want to see just how did these two manage to escape." His tone was furious as he walked away.

"At once, my lord!" The Knights replied and started walking towards him with Asher in their hands.

But after they had taken just a couple of steps, a voice was heard.

"No…" 

The knights looked towards the source of the sound which was the boy they were holding.

"What did you say?" The knights couldn't believe the audacity of the heretic.