Alex stood on the grassy field, his calm eyes fixed on the dissipating distortion of hazy space in the distance that returned to normal moments later, leaving behind ten individuals who appeared bewildered and confused as they examined their surroundings.
The ten individuals belonged to various races, with the most noticeable individual among them being a golden panther beastman and a dragonkin lady of the green venomous serpentine dragon clan.
They were all in tattered, dirty cloths that barely covered their bodies, their lips dry, their skin turned pale and looked malnourished, but that was to be expected as they were all criminals on death row, either to be executed or to rot in small uncleaned dungeon cells for life.
"You are all criminals fated to rot till death in a small dungeon cell where even the sun's ray doesn't reach, but guess what? Today is your lucky or unlucky day," Alex said, with a tone devoid of emotion,
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