{They don't just sell prisoners from their raids. They sell their own. Former warriors... disgraced nobles... anyone who defied the Clan's laws or whose family did.}
{Broken souls, stripped of dignity, paraded like relics at a market, their worth reduced to the number of bidders willing to claim them.}
Upon hearing this, Rex exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. It wasn't anything new to those who knew him; his hatred for slavery was no secret.
The very notion of it clawed at his mind, a festering wound that never truly healed. So when the suggestion came for him to visit a slave auction house, it felt less like a plan and more like a cruel jest at his expense.
"Sigh... why is this our only option?" Rex muttered, his voice carrying a weight of frustration as he glanced at Mini Cleo. He forced himself to suppress the disgust churning within him, but it lingered beneath the surface like a predator in waiting.
