"Look at your Almighty now, my people. See him squirm in his discomfort. See that he is only a man, and nothing more. Do not submit to his will. Unite against him or he will destroy you!" Brook struggled as he yelled, shaking the entire arch to which he was tied. "Enough!" screamed Manguino, hoarsely. "You have said enough ... and that is enough from you!" his incoherency weakened his control. He raised his hands to them and the Angels ripped the stinking sackcloth from their victims' bodies and began to bludgeon them. The mob's voices died down and all were dumbfounded, as they beheld the torture. "Prepare execution!" cried Manguino. "For their transgressions of Canon Laws, I now pronounce the only sentence possible on these two -- DEATH TO THESE SINNERS!" he yelled. The crowd was mute. They watched Brook's and Dearborne's naked bodies writhe and convulse in pain as they bled from huge wounds made on their bodies by the Angels' studded gauntlets and the messeigneur's spiked clubs. There were a few women within the audience who fainted from what they saw and many had slowly begun to walk away. They refused to watch their best and most beloved leader slain by someone whom they didn't understand, or like very much. "Remember this day, people of Phoride." Brook forced himself to say as he began to lose his breath, then with his last ounce of strength he blessed them all. "May the True Living God have mercy on you all!" He stopped struggling from his stretched out bondage and watched Manguino raise his hand, then drop it. The Angels had raised their electrophoric weapons and when Manguino dropped his hand, an eternal twang echoed throughout the land. Brook's and Dearborne's bodies trembled and shook violently then, in a short order, just hung there swinging back and forth. "Quickly, now. We must leave!" urged Empal and they finally made their way across town, heading north to the Joenine Forest where Empal had left his Kenttitian Eagle. Manguino stayed at the podium for a while and gloated over the dead bodies of his rival brother and his lovely wife. With him were several of the guards and messeigneurs, waiting to escort him back to the cathedral. Soon, a large figure approached him and began to speak to him. "I had foreseen this event!" said the man. Manguino looked over at the man and he became pale, as if he just died. "Jessuum Benitar!" exclaimed Manguino. "Why are you here, I haven't seen you since ... since Smith's death." "My mourning for your father is over. I now mourn for Brook." Manguino climbed down from the podium and cautiously and shyly approached him. Jessuum continued. "What had occurred here today, my little man, will never be forgotten. You have done something that will never leave you, and I see the eventuality and inevitability of vengeance." The ArchBishop began to fall over his words but then slowly said what was on his mind.