Capítulo 59: Weeping of the Gods
Darkness.
Affixing human flesh.
The smell of sweat.
Crying and moaning.
Overhead, a terrifying crackle of fire engulfed the ship.
Jova Hackam finds himself in the midst of a nightmare navigating the bay of Towering Virgin, a nightmare that the Black Gods themselves must have been crying as they watched it in their jail in the depths of the oceans.
The last to escape the storm on land was, as usual, the slaves and the poor.
But the first Historic Storm did not leave the sea unscathed, and caused the deck to burn, perhaps with a beam of lightning, or the fall of a lamp carried by an inexperienced sailor. Jova noticed his severe injury, but the burning death made him forget his deadly pain, so he shouted at them:
- "Run... Flee... Save your life."
They looked at him in bewilderment, some cried in fear when they heard him, and others shouted at him in an ancient heroligic of which he did not understand a word. Something feels him like it's in time immemorial, just after the Ruin. when the burning wood began to fall into little fiery shards, a terrified scream began to rise.
He would fight to move in the midst of the terrible crowd, and he began to break a part of the roof above, perhaps he could escape and leap into the waters of the Gulf, but the whole surface was inflamed, and pieces of fire fell from it, and the more he hit it, the more small burns on their bodies, until they rebuked him and prevented him by force. shouted at them:
- "But you will burn... We will all burn... Do something."
One of them did something, and he was an old man who hated being burned to death, so he grabbed a huge nail he had found, raised it in front of his eyes for a moment, and then pushed it into his throat, from the right side, to come out from the left side, dripping blood profusely.
They screamed more in terror, more despair, and cried more.
Blood was gushing from his injury when the roof suddenly collapsed, torrents of flames rained down above their heads, instantly catching fire in them.
He who was not burned alive was buried under the heavy wooden roof rubble, and while he suffocated and lost blood and turned pale, his body also burned, his mind twitched again from the severity of the pain, and he opened his eyes to find himself in the winepress again, in the castle (Ten Trees Hills).
And in front of the eyes of Noveo and the rest of the garrison, they saw his body burning as if the memory of the past was embodied in the present, and he gave only one long cry before the various pains multiplied on him, and he felt as a lifeless body. The weeping of the Gods has been forgotten.
Noveo commanded his men, and they cooperated and tied one of them with a long rope, and this declined into the pit left by one of their dead men and exhumed his body to honour it with a proper burial.
The viscount pushed Jova's charred corpse with his foot, and it fell into that hole he had made himself while killing the garrison, and his memory of the world was gone.
As the men brought out the rest of their colleagues, the viscount said:
- "He has paid his due, now he will fly and dig as he pleases in Hell."
They went out and heard the news of the victory over the Iceman and the warlock, and the disappearance of the Horse Knight after the killing of dozens, and Commander Kazan, and the injury of many, led by Arch and Fossan, so Noveo asked Amed, who was badly injured before they transferred him to the wise Marzouk:
- "Do you think the heretic went to the volcano (cold and flame)?"
It was well-known about the knights, that one of them committed suicide in the volcano of cold and flame if his horse died, or committed suicide by wrestling with Predators.
- "You cannot be certain, so Aynur must remain hidden. The castle is yours, wise. Coordinate with Farjoud if he is alive to continue the resistance."
Noveo nodded at him in the affirmative, and while the dwarves carried him for help, the Honourable Wise heard the steps of the Negress (Wishtah) shaking the whole area.
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