Chapter 14 - The Trial of the Old World

Back at the Hudson cathedral cliffs, preparations were underway for the final tribunal of Marcus Vale. Stripped of his royal velvet and golden chains, the fallen tyrant sat in a simple stone holding cell, waiting for the judgment of the new council.
Olivia and Adrian walked side by side down the damp corridor. The guards stepped aside respectfully, leaving the two of them standing before Marcus’s cell.
Marcus looked up, his hair disheveled, his eyes hollow and defeated. The arrogance that had once defined House Vale was entirely gone, replaced by the bitter realization of absolute ruin.
"Are you here to gloat?" Marcus rasped, his voice dry.
"No, Marcus," Olivia said calmly, her golden eyes steady and unyielding. "I am here to finish the record. The federal authorities have processed the corporate crimes, and the territorial council has ratified the restoration of the sovereign treaties. You will spend your remaining days in quiet exile at the southern coastal estate—monitored, but alive."
Marcus stared at her in disbelief. "You aren't going to execute me? After everything I took from you?"
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"Execution is for tyrants who rule through fear," Adrian spoke up from behind Olivia, his voice laced with quiet authority. "We are builders, not executioners. Let history remember you as the man who tried to cage a storm and lost everything."
Marcus lowered his head into his hands, unable to meet their gaze as the heavy iron door slid shut, locking away the remnants of the old, corrupt world forever.