Citadel

Amid Crow's Eye's low, dark, frenzied laughter, rip—rip— Falia's clothes were brutally torn apart.

She begged and screamed. Crow's Eye said impatiently, "Shut her up."

At his command, one sailor clamped Falia's cheeks tightly, forcing her mouth open, while another drew a dagger and skillfully thrust it into her mouth, stirring it around.

Blood sprayed everywhere. Tears, snot, and urine streamed from her as the sailor tore out a chunk of flesh with a savage grin. All she could do was whimper in agony.

At Moqorro's signal, the delirious Falia was tied beneath the mast at the prow.

Muttering under his breath, the red priest took a small bottle from his belt, pulled out its stopper, and forcibly poured the red liquid inside into Falia's mouth.

Falia coughed violently. The sea wind howled past, and her completely exposed body trembled incessantly in terror. A moment later... her gaze gradually turned vacant, as though her soul had been drawn out, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell.

Then Priest Moqorro expressionlessly extended a hand, touching Falia's forehead, chest, and lower abdomen with his fingertips.

He began chanting a high-pitched Valyrian curse. Falia's wails grew ever louder, the sea wind turning fierce and violent with them. Her eyes rolled back until only the whites showed, while wisps of black smoke emerged from her mouth.

Crow's Eye narrowed his eyes and studied the wind direction. A wicked smile slowly crept across his face. He walked over and admired the beauty entwined in black smoke for a while, but then suddenly frowned.

The gale roared, making the sails snap and the mast creak.

As though he had instantly sensed Crow's Eye's thoughts, Moqorro turned his head and involuntarily raised his voice, striving to carry it over the howling wind. "A ship blessed by the