"generosity." With a twisted grin, the man decided the time for mercy had long since passed.

"Mira a lo que ha llevado tu maldita fe. Voy a follar a tu hija justo frente a tus ojos, bastardo cornudo," Fuerte spat, turning the head of the dead forester toward his daughter, each word dripping with venom. The word "faith" oozed from his lips with particular disdain, as if the mere thought of it was enough to sicken him.

With casual indifference, Ruy stepped over the motionless corpse, his eyes burning with a fury that demanded release. Gripping the horned woman’s cloak, he yanked it with a vicious strength, ripping the fabric apart like peeling skin from bone. Piercing screams shattered the air, but before he could strip her, a mocking voice interrupted from behind him.

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