Chapter 15 Master Ozubani Came Over

The cold morning sun barely warmed the courtyard as Ember was dragged out and tied firmly to a tall wooden pole at the center. Her wrists were bound above her head, the ropes biting into her skin. A light breeze stirred the hem of her robe, but her gaze remained fierce, unyielding. Master Ozubani stepped forward, clad in long dark robes embroidered with talismans and ancient symbols. In his right hand, he held a long leather whip, its edge cruel and heavy.