It was a chaotic and unpleasant underground space.
A fierce sorcerer was madly whipping and herding a group of gigantic captives and slaves from another world.
It was a group of creatures that looked like praying mantises at a height of seven to eight meters tall. On their chests were soft feathers, and they were chained by a few black locks. They were marching along the whips of the sorcerer, ten in a row. Each of the creatures had eyes filled with hatred and fear as they looked at the sorcerers in the air.
They had already lost their basic instincts for survival and were no longer fighting back, all the courage they ever had was gone.
Grimm flew past these creatures, void of any feelings of pity. The whipping sounds and the chains clanking formed a rhythm that drifted along the small area.
Roar!