Bab 1945: Hostage (3)

Death could claim any one of those prisoners at any time. With their grave injuries, there were already many dead bodies collapsed on the floor of the metal cages.

As the weather had been rather hot and humid the past few days, the corpses had already started to rot. Squeezed in the cages with the dead bodies, the survivors had to endure the overwhelming stench of decay. The shadow of death shrouded the hearts of everyone.

They watched as their own people died, knowing that it would soon be their fate.

Just months ago, these people were the much-admired and respected elite of the ancient clans. But now, they were just a bunch of livestock squeezed in a metal cage with their dead companions.

Despondence was written on the faces of nearly everyone inside. Any initial hope in their eyes had already been gradually eroded by despair.