A day later, Soren, Julia, and the rest of the Wanderers finally saw their missing comrades, but they looked different from before. All their eyes looked like those of a dead fish.
Rocky had unloaded them outside the city. They didn't have even a scratch when they were found, all thanks to the Troll Shamans who made sure to heal them properly.
But the injury in their hearts, minds, and even souls would haunt them for the rest of their lives.
"What happened to them?" Soren asked Zion.
"You don't want to know," replied Pica, who just landed on Zion's shoulder.
"Some words are better left unspoken," Pico said sagely. "For they might taint your soul."
The two Poco Pocos had seen how their Master's monster army taught the annoying Wanderers a lesson so that none of them would dare to question their Master's orders again.
Thirteen walked up to the dazed-looking young men and women in front of him before clapping his hands twice.
"Attention!" Thirteen shouted.
