The tremor on the walls of the confinement ended once the door appeared, surprising everyone.
"There was a door?"
"I have been here for more than a year and I never knew there was a door in that location."
"If we had our original strength, does that mean we would've been able to break ourselves out and escape?"
Different speculations floated across the confinement the moment the door appeared.
The next seconds saw the door creaking open slowly, and the entire confinement became eerily silent.
No one dared to speak or even move.
They simply stared at the door with one question — what would walk through that door? Their rescue or their death?
The door opened completely, revealing the strangers outside.
A graceful man with long white hair tied in a ponytail, carrying a graceful presence, was the first to step inside. Followed by a middle-aged man dressed in blood-stained rags and a group of eight men dressed in gold and red knight's armor.
