Although both sides were eager for a fight, they were chained to different stone pillars. Only those chained to the same pillar could come to blows, while the rest could only offer support by launching long-range saliva attacks.
In reality, the fight wasn't intense at all.
"What's all this noise! Quiet down! Quiet! Quiet!"
The large-scale brawl among the prisoners finally attracted attention. Alette, commanding a group of guards, quickly surrounded the prisoners. They were a squad of well-equipped, ax-wielding Guards whose bodies were covered in even more grotesque tattoos than the average Viking Warrior.
They pressed the sharp blades of their axes against the prisoners, and the chaotic atmosphere instantly fell silent.
For most people, so-called faith must give way to reality—especially in the face of death.
Eric quickly pulled back his hands, slipped them back into his shackles, and began whistling, feigning indifference.
"Hey, hey, hey, brother, brother, that's enough."
