"Kill her!"
"Burn her!"
The crowd has gathered in the main square of the city.
The faces of the people are filled with anger and fear.
The torches are burning, their light casting long shadows on the wooden platform, where a woman stands—tied behind, tightly tied to a thick wooden pole.
It creates a terrible atmosphere.
The bishop steps forward, raises his hand, and calms the crowd.
He spoke dramatically.
"This woman has left the path of righteousness! She has embraced darkness, abandoned the light, and given her soul to demons. Her sin is grave, her forgiveness is impossible. Fire will burn and purify her, and through this fire she will be judged!"
The crowd erupted in cheers.
A pile of wood had been piled around the stake, and oil had been poured on it to make the fire burn faster. One of the men stood with a torch in his hand, awaiting the final order.
The bishop waved his hand and commanded. "Fire."
