"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 334: The Fate of Valeria

A Notorious Na

Seraphis wiped her blade clean as she turned to Lysara. "Is Valeria well-known?" she asked, her voice calm but commanding.

Lysara nodded, crossing her arms. "Very. She’s one of the most feared pirate captains in these waters. Her ship, the Scarlet Dagger, has left a trail of destruction. rchants, rival pirates, even small naval fleets—none were safe from her."

Seraphis smirked. "Good. That makes this even better."

Delivering Judgnt

Without hesitation, Seraphis walked toward Valeria’s lifeless body. The defeated pirate lay sprawled on the deck, her crimson coat stained with her own blood.

Seraphis gripped the hilt of her sword, raising it high above her head. The crew of the Scarlet Dagger watched in horror.

With one swift motion, she brought the blade down.

The Severed Head

Valeria’s head rolled across the blood-slicked deck, her expression frozen in shock. The Scarlet Dagger’s crew stood in stunned silence.

Seraphis crouched, gripping the head by its red hair. She turned it in her grasp, ensuring that the terror in Valeria’s lifeless eyes remained preserved.

Then, she activated a preservation spell. Dark runes glowed, sealing the flesh from decay.

A ssage to the Seas

Seraphis strode up the ramp onto her ship, the White Raven, with the severed head still in hand. The crew watched as she climbed to the highest point of the warship’s figurehead.

She fastened Valeria’s head in place, letting it dangle over the bow for all to see.

"Now," Seraphis declared, her voice echoing over the waves, "everyone will fear us."

The Pillaging Begins

With Valeria dead, her ship was ripe for plundering. Seraphis turned to her crew.

"Loot everything of value. Weapons, gold, enchanted artifacts—take it all."

The White Raven’s crew sward the Scarlet Dagger, eager to claim their spoils.

A Fortune Below Deck

The ship’s lower levels were filled with treasures—gold coins, rare gemstones, and relics stolen from rchants and rival pirates alike.

Seraphis picked up a golden chalice, turning it in her hands. "Valeria lived well," she mused. "Too bad for her."

Claiming the Weapons

Lysara examined a cache of firearms and enchanted cutlasses. "She had so fine weapons. These will be useful."

Seraphis nodded. "Take only the best. The White Raven deserves nothing less."

A Crew’s Fate

The remaining crew of the Scarlet Dagger knelt in surrender. So trembled, while others remained silent, awaiting their fate.

Seraphis studied them carefully. "Swear loyalty to , and you will live. If not, I leave you to the sea."

Most agreed instantly. A few refused, choosing death over servitude. Seraphis had them bound and left to drift on a battered rowboat with no provisions.

No More Scarlet Dagger

With the loot secured, Seraphis had no more use for Valeria’s ship. She climbed back aboard the White Raven and raised her arm.

"Fire!"

The First Cannon Volley

The White Raven’s cannons roared to life. The first volley crashed into the Scarlet Dagger’s hull, splintering wood and sending debris flying.

The enemy ship rocked violently, its mast beginning to splinter.

The Second Wave

"Fire again!" Seraphis commanded.

Another round of cannonballs tore through the Scarlet Dagger’s deck, setting parts of it ablaze. Flas spread rapidly, devouring the sails.

Watching It Burn

Seraphis stood at the bow of the White Raven, watching as the flas consud her enemy’s vessel. The ship that once terrorized the seas was now a blazing wreck.

Lysara crossed her arms. "No one will ever sail under Valeria’s flag again."

The Final Explosion

The fire reached the ship’s powder stores. Monts later, a massive explosion rocked the ocean, sending debris high into the air.

The Scarlet Dagger cracked in two, sinking beneath the waves.

Marking the Victory

As the last remnants of the ship disappeared, Seraphis turned to her crew.

"This is the fate of all who stand against us," she declared. "The White Raven rules these seas now."

A New Era of Fear

The crew erupted into cheers. The legend of Seraphis and the White Raven would spread like wildfire.

No pirate, rchant, or navy would dare cross them now.

And this was only the beginning.