Two weeks pass in the blink of an eye, and here we are.
"Are you guys ready…?" I turn to my sides—both right and left—and cast my gaze on the eight people that occupy my line of sight.
"Yeah. Let's do this already…" Ruthina, the Midnight Diviner, looks especially upset.
I'm not surprised.
She's actually a Half-Fae'lkyn, and she has experienced the horror of Slave Pits before.
Unlike pure-blooded Fae'lkyn, she has blond, slightly long hair that flows and paints the night with its beauty. Her ears are slightly pointy, too. Also, it seems she inherited a youthful appearance from her Fae'lkyn mother.
"If I didn't awaken as a Diviner… I would have probably died in that Slave Pit. I can't let these people suffer such mindless slaughter." She grits her teeth, fierce hatred flashing in her eyes.
I nod in understanding.
Honestly, it's a miracle that Ruthina doesn't despise other humans—especially the Nowe'arns—since we are largely responsible for the subjugation of others.
