Third Person's POV
A thriving market of flesh and blood operated beneath the surface of civilization.
From there, they were scattered throughout the Blood Veil Continent and most likely would never see freedom again.
Ethan's fingers curled into fists. He had long since abandoned the naive ideals of justice, but even so, there were limits to what he could tolerate.
He had no interest in heroism but he despised the weak being preyed upon by vermin.
A soft sound behind him drew his attention. Virelle was staring at the cave walls and her expression was shadowed by something unreadable.
She is thinking the same thing that I am thinking right now.
Meanwhile, Velcy stood in silent rage as her tail flicked aggressively and her cat-like claws twitched at her sides.
She had been a victim to this network and Ethan felt sympathy for her.