The insane crowd of people almost made you sway as you pushed past to the front, holding onto the hood that covered most of your identity, though it seemed pretty normal for someone to look like that. Thankfully, no one fortunately batted an eye as you slightly feel a bile of vomit forming from how painfully crowded it was to see some witches get hung. You found it cruel, but you can't really say that considering the nature of the king here.

Chattering of others surrounded you as you watched some of your peers get dragged over to the dangling ropes on the wooden stand. You felt horrible only being able to watch as the guards forced the noose around the neck of one of your closest peers as you just had to stare at something else. Anything but there. If you left, there would suspicions that you're a witch, so this was almost a requirement.

Your eyes glance at the king, Sukuna, who was just watching his guards follow each order like fools. He had a smug grin plastered across his face that made him much less tolerable than he already was, not like he was liked much anyway. The poor witch standing there with a noose around her neck just abruptly got pushed off the stand, as she started foaming at the mouth and gagging, with her hands going to the rope, but dropping as quickly as they had raised. Her eyes were now glossed over, staring back at you.

Sukuna covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, before gesturing for the guards to bring the next witch, with not much remorse for his actions. Preferably, you avoided his gaze as he scanned the crowd, his hand still lazily commanding his guards that followed him religiously, with them having to mostly just hit some of your peers in the shoulder to get them to stop writhing. It was gruelling to watch.

You gaze over who else was in line for hanging, before you accidentally locked eyes with Sukuna. Although, you quickly just glanced back to watching your peers get hung with a straight face.