Thoren
The metallic click of the door echoed softly as it shut behind the last guard. For a moment, neither Kael nor I moved. The room felt heavier now, saturated with the weight of confessions, guilt, and the irreversible truth we had just confirmed.
Michelle’s death had not been born from malice.
It had been born from fear.
I rested my palms on the cool surface of the metal table, staring at the empty chair where Perrin had sat only minutes before. His face lingered in my mind—ashen, hollow, and utterly broken. He would carry that moment with him for the rest of his life, a punishment that no tribunal could ever fully replicate.
Kael shifted beside me, the faint rustle of fabric breaking the silence. “That was the last of them.”
I nodded slowly. “Their testimonies align. Darkness,
