Chapter 344: Did Not Flinch

The command was casual, cold. Like he was choosing the first act in a play, not a man’s final breath.

Gasps rose from the group. Ruth’s hand tightened around her father’s. Mesha took one step forward, face calm, almost noble, though his eyes quietly searched his daughter’s one last time.

King Eglon’s reason was clear.

Mesha was the lion. The steady one. The threat.

He had to go first.

The guards stepped forward to carry out the King’s command.

John clenched his fists but did not speak.

Ekene closed his eyes.

Nnenna turned her head away.

Abuchi muttered a prayer under his breath.

As the guards came closer to take Mesha, Ruth and her mother instantly rushed to his side.

“No! No, please don’t take him!” Ruth’s voice cracked, raw and trembling. Her arms wrapped tightly around her father’s waist, refusing to let go. Her mother clung to his other side, sobbing into his shoulder as if holding on could somehow freeze time.

“You can not take him,” his wife whispered, over and over again.

But Mesha only smiled softly, despite the pain in his eyes. He placed one hand gently on Ruth’s head, the other on his wife’s back.

“It’s alright,” he whispered.

His voice was calm, like a lighthouse in a storm. But it only made Ruth cry harder.

“Don’t say that,” she sobbed, shaking her head violently.

The moment was heartbreak carved into flesh.

But the guards, unmoved by tears or love, stepped in.

“Move aside,” one barked.

a scream as one of

Ruth held on tighter.

“Please, don’t!” she cried.

when Abuchi rushed forward and wrapped both Ruth and her mother in his arms, pulling them back protectively just

shrieked. “Let

locking eyes

They could not look

the steps of the platform, his figure stood tall, proud, even in

buried her face into his shoulder. Her mother collapsed into his other

boots on the wooden stage echoed across the

into his mouth, as if he were

as Mesha

of popcorn into his mouth. He turned to one of his men and snapped his fingers. “Bring the camera. Set it up. I want them all to see, every

guards obeyed swiftly. A military grade livestream rig was wheeled in, aimed straight at the platform. One of Eglon’s aides tapped a screen. A red light blinked

beyond, people stopped what

screens of all sizes. Phones lit up in crowded marketplaces, in airports, in

covered mouths. In open courtyards, fists clenched in anger. Tears welled up. The chat

no this can

has saved us

stand with you, King

They can not do this! King Mesha fought for

One less

is wrong! He does not deserve

Eglon is doing what must be done. Weakness has

I can’t watch. Someone stop this,

for Mesha was

the top

#StandWithKingMesha

#ExecutionDay

#PurlitLives

#ThisIsNotJustice

hope die before their eyes. This is how you

black, face covered. He drew the great ceremonial blade, a massive, curved weapon forged not just to kill, but to humiliate. It glinted in

did not flinch. He looked beyond the crowd, beyond the camera,

crowd online

“Mesha, please fight!”

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