*PAH*
The sound of a whip hitting bare skin echoes through the streets of Petra, the capital of the Camblea Empire.
Dozens of people of different races make sorry and afraid expressions, but they keep working, carrying stones and other materials to rebuild the damage done to the city by Donna's fight against the Shé Dragons.
Those people are slaves, naturally. And Those soldiers treat them like garbage. That's life, not just in that place but in most of the universe. The stronger ones rule, and the weaker serve them.
"Look there, captain!" A soldier lowers the whip while pointing at the sky.
The captain, a tall man in heavy armor, looks up at the sky and sees strange objects on the horizon. "What the hell is that?"
"Mystic beasts?" Another soldier asks as even the slaves look up at the sky with curious expressions.