~~Western Wall ~~
few minutes ago
Stefan stumbled forward as the soldiers shoved him down the stone steps leading from the tower. The restraint around his neck dug painfully into his skin with every step, while his wrists, tied tightly behind his back, had long since gone numb.
"Move," one of the soldiers barked, jabbing the back of his shoulder with the barrel of his rifle.
Stefan nearly lost his footing before catching himself. He turned back with an angry glare.
"I've told you already," he snapped through clenched teeth. "Take this damn thing off my neck. I can help you."
"You've helped enough," the soldier replied coldly, shoving him forward again.
Enzo walked beside him with his hands tied behind his back as well. His expression remained calm, but his eyes never stopped moving. They swept over the soldiers around them, the fortress walls, the battlements above, and the battlefield ahead. Strangely, he had a feeling that something was wrong.
