"Kill him!"
"Cut down that bastard's head!"
"Yes!!!"
The crowd roared in frenzy, their voices merging into a deafening uproar as they gathered before the execution platform in front of the lord's mansion.
A man with snow-white hair, battered and bruised, was being dragged onto the platform, his once pristine hair now matted with sweat and blood. His hands were bound behind his back with iron cuffs, emphasizing his captive state, and he was flanked by two knights clad in blue armor.
At the platform's edge stood the executioner, a hulking figure. His face remained obscured behind a mask, with only openings for his eyes and mouth. In his grasp, a massive double-edged axe gleamed ominously.
At nearly 8 feet tall, he was like a giant among men.
"Off with his head!"
Thud!
