Chapter 38: Second battle.

Mordred opened his eyes abruptly, his body heavy and aching from the exhaustion accumulated during his evening with Jonah and the others in his home world. The contrast was brutal, icy. He was back in that dark, damp cell, the air filled with the rancid smell of sweat, dried blood and cold earth. His heart was beating violently, his breathing labored, and a dull rage was already rumbling inside him at the ongoing injustice of his situation.

The cell's heavy metal door opened violently, revealing the massive figure of the dragon-guard, who entered arrogantly, violently striking the bars with the handle of his whip to rudely awaken the still-sleeping slaves.

- Get up, you vermin!" he shouted brutally, his tone full of palpable contempt. Today, you're going back into the mine, and none of you will leave this place without fulfilling your quota!