"Bastard... Bastards—! The Holy Judgment Cathedral is a Holy Land basked in the Emperor's radiance! How dare they?! Desecration, desecration—!"
"My lord..."
"Continue the torture! I refuse to believe we can't break her!"
「In the dim secret prison.」
Flickering lights, weak moans, and muffled groans of pain echoed endlessly down the long, damp corridor.
A month of torment and interrogation had left Battle Sister Lu Jia battered and broken, barely resembling a human. Her thin prison garb was filthy and tattered. Her once-smooth skin, tortured by a constant cycle of injury and healing, was now a twisted mass of ugly scars.
Even so, her faith remained as unyielding as steel, never once wavering.
In fact, despite such immense suffering, the depths of her eyes still held a light and devotion that other prisoners lacked.
But the longer the fruitless interrogations went on, the more infuriated the Judge became.
