She poured out the things she knew, one after another:
From Frost Fierce's supply at the border to the line of sentries Titus set in the north, from the secret conflicts between the tribes to how the war with the Axebreaker tribe was being fought...
She spoke faster and faster, more and more chaotically, as if the long-suppressed emotions had completely collapsed, dumping out everything she knew.
There was no longer any resistance to the interrogator in the dungeon, no longer any of the Barbarian Warrior's pride.
Sif listened till the end, without saying a word beyond what was necessary.
She just whispered, "Close the door."
The iron door slammed shut, the sound of heavy locks echoing down the corridor, lingering.
Visa still sat in the corner.
She tightly hugged her knees, burying her face in the crook of her arm, as if her entire being had collapsed.
Promises, battle flags, glory... all seemed to have turned into a silent joke.
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