เข้าสู่ระบบThe humidity inside the cave was thick, pressing against their skin like a warm blanket. Estrela led the way, holding a flickering lantern aloft. The light danced off the damp walls, revealing slick surfaces and jagged formations that dripped with slow, rhythmic water. “The river is deeper than I expected,” she said, her voice echoing slightly off the low ceiling. She stepped carefully over a cluster of smooth stones, her boots squelching in the shallow water that pooled aroun
“I am not suggesting a course change. I have to face Escuro and expose that Santo Order for what they are,” Estrela said as she wrapped her arms around herself. “And I do not have a specific location for the seers. Even the spirit with his fast resources could not find them. But perhaps after dropping us of at Cidade dos Escravos… you and Emile could go to the South Reaches. With her sight she might be able to find them and you will both be far away from Escuro and the Santo Order.”Mar watched her wrap her arms around herself, the gesture small and defensive, like someone trying to hold their own pieces together. He had not expected her to be thinking about their future– about anything beyond her own survival. “You are planning ahead,” he said, his tone more surprised that accusatory. “That is new.” He looked out at the sea, they grey water churning beneath the hull. the idea of Cidade dos Escravos was a jagged, ug
“When I saw you the first time, you reminded me so much of my father,” Estrela added, her body still relaxed from the memory of the academy to saved her from her grief. Mar listened in silence, his jaw set tight. He did not interrupt. He had heard a thousand stories from a thousand people, most of them lies told to buy time or mercy. But there was something in the way Estrela’s voice wavered– a small fragile crack in her composure– that made him stay still. “I am not your father,” he said finally, his voice devoid of malice but equally devoid of warmth. “And I am not a man you can find solace in.” he turned back to the wheel, the movement deliberate. “People look for familiar faces when they are drowning. That is survival, not connection.”Mar paused, his greyish blue eyes drifting toward the captain quarters where Emile slept. “But if you want to use that memory to keep yourself honest, go ahead,”
In the present, after Emile gathered supplies and spoke of future shadows looming in the distance, she went towards the stem of the ship– where Mar’s personal quarters were located. Mar watched her retreating figure, her words handing in the salt air like a riddle he was not sure he wanted to solve. ‘I have seen where he will be.’ She was speaking of thing no child should know, of places no girl should be able to find. He turned his attention to Estrela as she emerged from below deck. She looked different than she had when she first came on board– less haunted, perhaps, but more guarded. The darkness that had once lived behind her eyes seemed to have retreated, leaving something colder and more calculated in its place.“I was not expecting to see you again before we arrived at Cidade dos Escravos,” Mar said, his voice neutral, though his hand stayed near the knife at his belt. “Did you sleep at all?” Estrela did not answer
The ships moved with a slow, rhythmic grace, their hulls slicing through the golden surface of the ocean as they pulled further from the island. Below deck, the prisoners were huddled in the dim, salt crusted hold, the rhythmic creaking of the timber above them serving as a constant reminder of their captivity. Among them sat Emile, her eyes red rimmed and her frame trembling. She pressed her forehead against the rough wooden wall, her breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps. She did not cry out for her father anymore; the silence was far heavier than any scream. Back on the island, the ruins returned to their stillness. The morning bustle had faded, leaving only the sound of the tide and the distant cry of seabirds. Estrela stood on the highest precipice of the cliff; her gaze fixed on the retreating ships. The wind whipped her golden hair around her face, but she did not blink. Brain walked up behind Estrela and asked, “Are you ready to see Cidade dos Esc
Mar glared up at Estrela, refusing to show the fear that clawed at his gut. Estrela reached out, her fingers brushing against his jawline with a touch that was terrifyingly gently. She stood up slowly, turning her back on him to face the dockworkers. “Take him to the cave, we move the prisoners at dawn.” One of the men stepped forward, hauling Amr to his feet by his bound arms. Mar’s boots dragged through the sand as he was hauled away, his protests swallowed by the heavy, humid air the cave was a jagged maw at the base of the cliffs, damp and smelling of salt and old rot. The dockworkers threw him inside, where the darkness pressed in from all sides, broken only by the faint, rhythmic dripping of water from the ceiling. “You will never keep her!” Mar shouted into the void, his voice cracking. “She is a child!” you are using her!” Mar hit the cave floor hard, the impact knocking the breath from his lungs. He
“You speak of Cidade dos Escravos’s strength, counsellor. Of its slaves and its alchemists. But tell me– does Cidade dos Escravos also know how to handle a woman who has outlived empires?” Estrela asked. “I can’t speak for the rest of Cidade dos Escravos,” Brian murmured pressing his lips to Estrela’s neck. “But I assure you I am more than capable,” he whispers against her skin. The sensation of his lips against her skin sent a jolt through Estrela’s body– a visceral, panicked shudder that Orgullo suppressed with the practiced ease of a tyrant. The girl’s heart hammered against her ribs, her breath hitching in a way that looked like arousal to any observer but was entirely terror. Estrela’s hands found Brain’s shoulders, her nails digging slightly into the fine wool of his coat. She pulled him closer, her movements fluid and commanding. “Capability is a rare commodity
Lugar onde Cultivamos is a small rustic village nestled in a lush, forested valley. A winding dirt path ran through the village, leading into the woods. The path was well trodden, with patches of grass growing along its edges, giving it a natural, lived-in feel. On either side of the path were qu
The grand city of Dourado, built in white stone and adorned with gold was under catastrophic siege. Flames raged along the rooftops and along the edges of the great Igrexa that stood in the centre of Dourado– its massive domes and towering speres gleamed faintly beneath layers of ask and smoke. Fla
The Corrompido army fell into formation behind them, black banners snapping in the increasingly strong wind. “Tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point,” Luz called out over the rhythmic clatter of hooves on packed earth. The destrier’s powerful strides ate up ground rapidly, leaving the slo
Luz froze mid-turn, his crimson eyes locking onto her form in the midnight blue fabric. The fabric clung to her curves in a way that sent a jolt of heat through him, awakening parts of himself he had though dead long ago. His breath caught in his throat. “I– of course,” he managed, his voice drop







