บท 1134: Midnight Bay

Thunk! 

Thunk!

Thunk!

"Faster! Faster! Faster!"

Whip—!

"Ssssss…."

Slaves scraped the ground away with their shovels as the  burning sensation from lashes increased their thirst for revenge. 

Working hard under the scorching crimson moonlight, the slaves knew not to complain and work until their bodies gave out. 

Rows and rows of thin and sickly slaves bound by heavy chains shoveled the ground by a large lake, administered by men in white uniforms. 

A tranquil lake nestled between tall limestone mountains was being disturbed by the constant digging and shoveling at the shore by thousands of slaves.

There were no cries, only gasps of agony and tears of grief.