In front of Corey was a group of 12 people wearing plain black masks and long dark red robes that had crossed black axes as designs on various parts of their robes.
Currently these twelve people were currently looking at him but all Corey could see was his sister who was hung on the shoulders of one of the twelve in front of him.
Despite Corey's scream, there was no movement from her showing she was either dead or unconscious, but despite whether she was dead or unconscious, her condition was definitely not good.
Her face and body were bloodied and battered, in fact her dangling arm looked broken from afar and blood dripped from her lips, staining the already bloody and ruined ground.
As Corey observed his sister's condition, his emotions spiked and his breathing became hurried. Veins appeared on his forehead and his eyes, causing his eyes to become slightly red.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here?
And from where did you come from?"