Third person
The arena fell silent. Everyone held their breath. Even the birds in the sky seemed to pause and watch. For a heartbeat, everyone swallowed hard, then another agonizing scream tore through Cealan's throat. His body trembled, his hands fell to his sides, and the chains tightened further as the guards pulled on every end. The chains cut through his flesh, and fresh blood trailed down his body. Beneath him, it flowed into the ancient markings on the ground as they glowed, and it was then that Rain clearly saw what was happening.
The chains weren't about the ritual. They weren't about proving who was guilty or not. They were draining Cealan's life force.
