Vassilis was giving the young man a foul look now, one of deep hatred and resentment. This didn’t seem to bother Leander at all, as he turned on his heel to face the crowd of townspeople. A woman in the front of the group fell to her knees, followed by a man beside her dropping onto one knee, resting his head in a bow. The crowd of nearly a hundred fell like dominoes as Leander smirked, relishing the moment as the city became his. 