The Slave Camp

Yur and his group flew through the air—of course, Yur was unable to fly without his wings, so Jisvruul helped him out. Luckily, Jisvruul could use his essence to wrap Yur in it, giving him the ability to fly until Yur figured out his own way.

High above the forest, they flew for a while, searching for the slave camp. Back then, when Yur was blindfolded and led out, he hadn't known the exact direction.

"Master, is that it?" As they flew, a large opening appeared—a ginormous crater in the center, with mud houses along its edges. People were climbing up and down the crater; some were falling and eventually dying as well.

The number of people numbered in the thousands at least. Most of them had chains wrapped around their ankles and arms while being naked.

With narrowed eyes, Yur scanned the scene and eventually nodded. "Yes, this is it." Despite his dulled emotions, he could feel something bubbling within him.