The group of shackled humans marched slowly through the dense forest, their chains clinking with every step. The air was thick with the stench of exhaustion and despair. The demons leading them walked ahead with long strides, their weapons gleaming faintly under the dull light that filtered through the canopy.
As the group advanced, more prisoners began to appear along the way. Other demon patrols joined them, each bringing their own lines of chained humans. The once small procession swelled into a long, winding column of misery stretching across the forest path.
Max walked quietly among them, his eyes scanning everything around him. The humans beside him barely had the strength to speak. Their faces were pale and hollow, their steps dragging, their hope long gone.
