As planned, Gideon brought a swift and brutal end to the conflict, breaking the rogue resistance with a series of deadly attacks.
Now, the battle field was silent, save for the heavy breathing of the captured. Gideon sat in a tall, high-backed chair brought out for him, his hands resting regally on the armrests and his eyes closed as if he were merely resting.
"Prince Gideon, we surrender! Please, have mercy... spare us," one of the three remaining leaders pleaded, his voice breaking with desperation.
"I do not grant mercy," Gideon stated, his voice chillingly calm. He finally opened his eyes, the amber depths swirling with an authority as he swept his gaze over them. "Sparing you three, when the rebellion you gathered lies dead in the dirt, would be a cowardly act in my eyes. When the Alpha King sent a messenger with an offer of peace, that was your only window of survival. You should have jumped through it."
