We don't know if we should kill you

The five Marked Ones were chained up and forced up a boulder and then climbed over rocks that seemed to be arranged like steps. They were surrounded by at least a dozen men and demons riding bipedal lizards (which seemed to be the horses of that world).

At the head of the caravan was riding one of those lizards that corpulent woman, with short white hair and broad shoulders.

"Hey, how long will they have us walking!" Igneous protested.

A demon with long horns like a moose and brown fur, walking on the right flank of the caravan, took a spear and hit Igneous on the head with the butt. "No complaining, rubbish!" the demon roared.

"That hurts, you piece of cretin!"

The demon struck again. "No complaining!"

The boy grunted and slurred insults, but he didn't raise his voice again.

Alya whispered to Nahuel. "Hey, don't you find that woman's hair funny?"

"Huh? Because what you say?"