Chapter 567: A Thousand Years for Revenge
Nearly 75 years after the events at the Phoenix Peaks
Lossamiel had [Sworn Vengeance] on the [Slavers] of Urwa.
At first she’d been meticulous. Kept a list of those responsible for kidnapping her, passing her around before slapping her in chains and silks and putting her on an auction block. A list that included the [Auctioneers], the buyers, the suppliers, and the hated Emir Eabd.
Being a [Slave], branded and forced to dance, wasn’t the end of the world. It was bad, but it was nothing.
Pain and raw emotion were a currency, an entertainment, and Lossamiel, along with the other slaves, had been occasionally tortured for the night’s amusement, surrounded by laughing and jeering elves.
Then there were the pits…
When the freshness and novelty of Lossamiel had started to wear out, the [Emir] and the rest had dug deeply for new entertainments.
Lossamiel could still hear her scream as tiny feet kicked helplessly, inches above engraved marble. Every detail was carved into her mind, from how her wrists broke against the manacles, to the exact pattern of the shirt’s weave, to the choking gurgles. The horn-nubs that hadn’t even revealed the antler’s shape. The carefully timed cruelty to let her go just too late to do anything, the laughs as the party went on around her sobbing over her daughter’s death.
That was when she had [Sworn Vengeance], and didn’t care who she hit in her quest.