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Chapter 167: Fickle Memories
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2026-09-26 14:00:58The air inside the tent smelled of old parchment, dried ink, and something faintly metallic– the scent of old blood and dried paint. On the left side of the tent is a large, heavy rough-hewn wooden table covered with papers, maps, books, rolled documents and writing materials. Several sheets have bene spread across the tabletop, including what appears to be a detailed map with lines and markings. There are also several leather-bound books stacked near the front edge, along with roll
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The air in the tent grew still as Brian’s words settled. The mention of the holy wars brought a flicker of something ancient and bitter to the surface of Orgullo’s consciousness– a memory of ash and blood that predated her current existence. “Sacrifice is the foundation of every great civilization,” Estrela said, her voice devoid of judgement. She set the journal down and walked toward him, her golden hair swaying like silk. “Cidade dos Escravos survived because it had the stomach to do what was necessary. Most cities fall because they are too soft, too afraid of their own shadows.” Brain straightened his posture. “Exactly, Cidade dos Escravos is now known as the city of slaves. A necessity that was required back then,” he said eagerly. “We did not just rebuild the city but the economy as well. allowing other cities to rise and flourish.” The word slaves hung in the air, and for a fleeting second,
Where Ashes and Oaths Collide Chapter 167: Fickle Memories
The air inside the tent smelled of old parchment, dried ink, and something faintly metallic– the scent of old blood and dried paint. On the left side of the tent is a large, heavy rough-hewn wooden table covered with papers, maps, books, rolled documents and writing materials. Several sheets have bene spread across the tabletop, including what appears to be a detailed map with lines and markings. There are also several leather-bound books stacked near the front edge, along with rolled parchment. A dark ceramic cup sits near the centre of the table. The table is paired with a sturdy wooden chair with a dark green piece of fabric has been casually draped over its back. Leaning against the wall near the table are several swords and pieces of equipment. Their dark blades and wooden handles contrast against the cream canvas of the tent. Additional wooden chests are stacked near the table, some closed and others apparently used for storing documents or supplies.
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Brains deep brown eyes scanned the wooden cells. “Cidade dos Escravos also has plenty of storage space for the undeserving,” he added, his deep brown eyes flickering with mischief. “Cidade dos Escravos would like to join you on your divine path.” The offer hung in the air like a heavy mist. Estrela felt a surge of something she had not experienced in a long time: genuine interest. Cidade dos Escravos was a powerhouse of faith and gold, and if Brain was offering their resources, he was offering more than just storage space. He was offering an empire. “An alliance,” she said, her voice rich with approval. “A union of purpose. The Gods favour those who build together.” Brian’s smile widened, revealing teeth that were perhaps too white, too perfect. “Precisely. Cidade dos Escravos can provide ships, supplies, and– most importantly– he kind of disciplined followers your fountain seems to require.
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