In the center of the village, some distance away from the Dire Sovereign Beast's resting place, was the place where his food was kept.
There, the cages creaked like dying metal beasts as the food bringer approached.
His steps were soft, almost reverent, crunching over dry leaves and old bones alike.
The humans noticed him the moment he appeared—of course, they did.
After all, everyone in this forsaken place knew the silhouette of the smiling man.
His name had been forgotten long ago—only his role remained.
The Food Bringer.
The human who brought other humans to the Dire Sovereign's maw.
Gasps rippled through the prison camp as he emerged from the gloom.
The way he walked—back straight, hands folded, lips shaped in that gentle, unsettling smile—made many recoil, and many more tremble.
A few children hid behind adults.
Some adults hid behind the cages themselves.
And the questions began.
"He's here again…"
"Did the Dire Sovereign ask for another batch?"
