The mountain torrent finally found an outlet, smashing through the dam.
Two days and nights of waiting had tormented not only the bandits, but the soldiers as well.
Through the gap in the wooden gate at the top of Offshore Cliff, Suleiman's soldiers poured in one after another, like blackfish swimming through a flood in the darkness.
The Blackfish's battle cries swallowed the bandits' final screams in an instant. The fight became a massacre.
The bandits who had been fighting among themselves moments earlier were as frail as rotten wood before the hounds that had endured day and night beneath the cliff and now charged into their camp.
Crowds of figures dropped to their knees, knocking their foreheads against the muddy, blood-soaked ground as they cried and begged for mercy.
But the soldiers, drenched in blood, had gone berserk. Their swords kept hacking down at those who knelt and begged for their lives.
There were no humans here, only animals. There was no compassion; every trace of human empathy had vanished.
Weapons clattered to the ground as the crowd sobbed and ran about, desperately searching for somewhere to hide. The soldiers found them, dragged them out, beat and tortured them, then excitedly slit their throats.
Like cats playing with mice.
Suleiman stood silently in the middle of his guards, watching without a word. The soldiers needed to vent. He could give an order, and they would obey.
But they would not take kindly to anyone trying to stop them from venting at a moment like this. It should not be he who stopped them, but his officers.
Roslyn stood amid the slaughter, eyes wide as he watched the brutal scenes unfold, his hands trembling slightly around his sword.
"Enough!!!" Roslyn roared. His voice was like a block of ice thrown