Kapitel 282: Torksey Island

On the warship of Ryntum, the soldiers brought the captured top officers of Barlia onto the warship with a firm grip.

The prisoners were treated harshly, their hands tightly bound and their movements restricted.

Descending into the lower deck of the ship, a wave of unease washed over the captives as they entered the dimly lit and cramped space. Their noses were tickled with the scent of saltwater and dampness, while the flickering lanterns cast eerie shadows on the cold, rusted metal bars of the cells.

The soldiers showed little concern for their prisoners' comfort as they shoved them into the cramped and suffocating cells.

Thud—

As the prisoners were thrust into the cells with callous indifference, their bodies collided with the unforgiving walls. Their pain reverberating through their weary limbs.