In front of the Dragon King, there were nearly a hundred Mannaz with Dragon blood. Some were kids, others adults, and a few women were even holding babies in their arms. All of them had completely red skin, covered in strange marks.
Their bodies and eyes were trembling in pure fear. Darian hadn't noticed those people — he was too focused on sensing the nearby dense black karma. To him, they were just ordinary folks, nothing special.
Niara clenched her fists, her face twisting in hatred.
After being freed, years had gone by. Of course, that King had gone right back to doing what he did before finding her. He'd captured and started experimenting on any mutants and interesting people he came across.
She could feel the distortion in every one of their bodies. Their life force was extremely weak and mixed with something foreign.
