Voumi Town
A few more days passed, and the next auction of slaves had arrived.
"It's too soon…" one of the slaves, Gina, said. "Has it really been a month?"
Her face was gaunt, and the color of her hair was faded due to dryness. Now, her eyes expressed extreme dread of what was to come.
Time felt weird when you're terrified. It felt like it wasn't too long ago when a hundred of them were taken and sold. In the past month, how were their lives?
Were they even still alive?
The tension in the elementalist slaves' dormitory was palpable, and most people felt terrified of what was to come.
Although life wasn't that great here, it had improved after they awakened.
While it was still horrible in Terran standards—with six to eight people sharing a small 6 square meter room—it was better than the previous pigsty where they shit and eat at the same place.
