At the heart of the cave tunnel was a massive cavern that was brightly lit, with members of the Slave Trade Guild gathered throughout the enormous chamber with pensive expressions.
"Who knows what is going on?"
"I heard we're being attacked?"
"How is that possible?"
They whispered among themselves, their expressions filled with shock and disbelief.
Many refused to believe they were being attacked.
This was the cursed land, a place where no living creature could be found for miles.
As for humans or Beastmen, they would not survive for long without the protection provided by the special robes.
Thus, how could they possibly be attacked when no one could survive without their help?
The thought alone made the situation difficult for many of them to comprehend.
Just as the group was deliberating and arguing among themselves, three figures stepped out from one of the small cave entrances surrounding the cavern walls.
