Before the palace. Havila.

"Citizens of Havila."

Lailah said for the hundredth time, trying to fight her way around words. Yet the vociferation of the lots kept outweighing her voice, swelling in size and number. All she kept hearing was,

"Fuck off bitch!"

"We deserve justice!"

"Lailah must die!"

"All the strangers must go."

Lailah at a point was forced to resort to her dark magic but she didn't want to. She wanted everyone to have a shot. A chance of lending his or her voice.

The days of anarchy and coercion were gone. But the only thing which could steer the beast in her was if anyone lay their...