The chain-bound humans continued to march, their faces devoid of hope, while the demons laughed among themselves, drunk on authority. The sight struck Max deeply. He clenched his fists so tightly that faint cracks appeared in the ground beneath him.
Whatever had happened in his absence, it had turned Acaris into a place of despair. The realization settled like lead in his chest. His return had not brought peace—it had brought him face to face with a world drenched in suffering.
'Are they gathering humans for cattle purposes?' Max thought, his expression turning cold and dark. The sight before him stirred bitter memories of the past. He remembered the time on the Lost Continent when he had discovered a similar scene—humans trapped, beaten, and herded like livestock to serve as food and energy sources for the demons.
