Book 6 Chapter 7.1 - Seventy Thousand Trees to Ashes

Kebile had his hands behind his back as he stood in front of the town entrance’s sentry towers, staring into the end of the road with his gloomy and unfeeling eyes. The sentry tower’s wooden roof obstructed the occasional scorching rays of sunlight, casting a shadow over Kebile’s face, making his thick beard-covered face appear even darker. His hands that were crossed behind him clasped a long whip, this whip made of bull tendons and metal threads often appearing in the nightmares of many enslaved natives, as well as the source of fear for many...