Unedited Chapter, this chapter will be edited tomorrow
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"Even if you were stronger than me… what's the use if your mind is this weak?"
The Ghost's voice was cold, detached, as if she was stating a simple fact rather than mocking the dead. She crouched over Stuard's lifeless body, her fingers brushing against his pocket until she found what she was looking for. A small, iron key. She slipped it out and stood, not sparing the corpse another glance.
She stepped forward.
The merchants trembled where they stood. Their faces were pale, their hands shaking. When she stopped before them, their knees hit the ground, hands clasped together in desperate prayers for mercy. But the Ghost didn't even acknowledge them. Her focus was elsewhere.
She turned toward the mermaids.
One by one, she unlocked their slave collars.
Click.
Click.
Click.
