She was so unlucky to be captured, becoming a reserve sacrifice and source of sustenance.
Perhaps because the fear in her heart had reached its limit, or perhaps she had come to understand.
Originally extremely scared, Shalika silently lowered her head, and at this moment, the fear in her heart also faded.
No hope, then face it calmly.
Wondering if being a sacrifice of the Evil God and having her soul devoured by these monsters could lead her to the world of souls, where she might meet her parents?
She quietly thought this way.
The Tailor who had captured her looked at the young girl who suddenly calmed down, shrugged indifferently.
Dragging the girl out of the cell, ignoring the shouts behind him, he dragged the two women upward.
After being held in the dungeon for a long time, Sarika was dragged out and looked at the original port outside. Almost half of the buildings had been burned and abandoned, this place had long become a wasteland.
