Natalia’s POV
The room, roughly the same size as the throne room, was lined with the cases—and each one was filled with a single person. Mostly men, all nude, all pale and trembling. Their eyes were glassy and vacant, their faces gaunt and expressionless, but their bodies were perfect walls of muscle and sinew.
Warriors. All of them.
“Everyone you see in this room was once a child,” Damon said, casually strolling through the room with his arm hooked through mine as if we were exploring a carefully curated garden and not a tomb of flesh and muscle. “We all were, of course.” He snorted at his own joke. “But their aging process was much quicker. More seamless.”
“They look mindless,” I muttered, stopping in front of a case with a man kneeling, eyes fixed unwaveringly on the ground before h
