The conditions the fighters were living in were even worse than the rumors said. Cells meant for two humans held four to five monsters, forcing them to stand. Rusted bowls and plates sat empty on the floor, with dust painting a fine layer on everything. Those who were not held in a cell, were either chained to walls and posts or placed in breeding cages.
Their arrival was met with fear, confusion, and serious aggression. Yet the moment they realized the chains were being removed instead of pulled, they stopped baring their teeth and merely watched, untrusting eyes shining in the slivers of light through the bars. The women looked like they wanted to scream, but simply had no voice left to do so.
“My name is Azuk, we have come here to free you and offer you sanctuary in our land.” The Or
