Duke Darbin suddenly charged forward, but the golden shackles binding his wrists and ankles to the execution structure snapped tight and violently stopped him before he could take more than a few steps. His body strained against them as rage burned across his face, his eyes covered by a piece of cloth while his mouth remained tightly gagged.
Whatever strength he once possessed was meaningless under those shackles. Right now, the mighty Duke of Hell was no different from a mortal prisoner. Beside him, the other four chained demigods struggled as well, their muffled screams mixing together as they desperately tried to make themselves heard, but Damian paid none of them any attention. His gaze instead moved toward the crowd, and the cheers that had filled the city square died almost immediately under the weight of his stare.
