"N-Neraxis?" Aella's startled voice brought him out of his thoughts as he glanced at the Zarj Encampment.
"What the..." His eyes widened at the sight.
Bodies upon bodies, blood practically spilling like a waterfall.
There weren't any student corpses; however, most of the encampment's residents were killed.
Yet as Neraxis focused on a few faces, his expression soon eased.
The gambling den dealer. He looked to the side. The gamblers, human traffickers. Someone did a wonderful culling.
While the sight was chilling, the people who died certainly deserved it. Therefore, Neraxis proceeded to walk toward a certain building—the only one that had not a single bloodstain on it.
A bar. With the other girls following behind, he soon entered.
Yet the sight that greeted him was a bit strange—Kael was sitting in the middle, slurping down several mugs of alcohol at once.
As Kael noticed them, he waved, signaling them to come over.
