And the Dragon King and the Warriors' Attendants held their breath, as one after another, hazy yet clear shadows struggled and emitted silent screams, forcing their way out of this enchantingly beautiful witch's body.
It was as if the fabled Hell's mouth had opened upon this beautiful witch, letting countless terrifying ghostly apparitions crawl out from her body, emerging into the world.
The Dragon King and the Warriors' Attendants could no longer distinguish the faces of these shadows, unable to recognize the individuals those shadows were casting. But they all knew that these were the slaves who had just been burned alive in the flames, becoming sacrifices for the Red God R'hllor.
Countless shadows entangled and condensed at this moment, like many wronged spirits howling, killing, and devouring each other, terrifying the surrounding attendants to the point their legs trembled, faces turned pale, and teeth chattered.
