To say that the current atmosphere was frightening was an understatement.

The room itself was dark with no way of sunlight entering. As expected of the highest security prison reserved for only the most heinous criminals of Jinzhou. Cold, just like the man who stood in front of the painting.

The General himself, his aura radiating a wild turmoil of emotions. And when Jiyan finally spoke, it was so uncharacteristically distant. Nobody had ever heard the kind man speak that way.

"Tell me you did not do this," he gripped his spear tightly, "Use your wits and tell me that I just misunderstood. Tell me that you did not know what would happen when you were talking with a member of the Fractsidus."

You were a traitor.

"Say something." And you had broken everyone's trust, including his own.