Deng—Deeeng—

Somewhere, the sound of bells seemed to echo faintly. It was as if a bell were tolling for his life.

Reading the proclamation the women brought, Yor felt his mind go blank. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about this possibility. From the moment his identity was exposed due to Dantalion—or perhaps even from the moment he’d started living in this forest—he’d known this day might come.

He’d always harbored a vague sense that one day, the knights might come for him, put a blade to his neck, and return to the city holding his severed head high. They’d …