Tied and bound to a beam, gagged with a piece of rag, that is how we left the surviving soldier. I will not deny the level of satisfaction I was feeling at that point, letting him feel the wrath of what the slaves of the Sacred Army were tormenting.
I could see the fear in his eyes, looking around. He started to mutter something against the gag, his face looked to the ceiling and his eyes seemed to tremble.
"What the hell?" I asked with confusion, seemed he wanted to say something or deliver some form of monologue.
I removed the gag from his mouth and he almost bit me while still moving his mouth. What was wrong with him? He was in some form of trance and chanting something.
"My lady Karitha, deliver my fear, deliver my sorrow, deliver my pain, show your wrath to your enemies, show your compassion to your followers…"