The ceiling is shaking once again. He doesn't know what's going on up there, Morgan can only guess that Iris is fighting fiercely up there.
Morgan pursed his lips tightly. His hands were numb, destroying one by one the shackles of those trapped here. Sobs full of emotion could be heard in all directions, and the words of gratitude echoed incessantly.
They were far from fine, although not as bad as Bia and Bya that Morgan and Thomas found down there. They were very thin and weak.
"Don't waste time, just go!" Morgan hissed softly. "If you get caught, I don't know!"
In this vast room, there were hundreds of iron cages lined up, packed with immortals waiting for their fate on the auction stage, seeing Morgan's arrival as if they were seeing an angel.
Even though Morgan looked calm, his head was mixed up. He wanted to go after Thomas to prevent the Devil brat from doing more damage, but on the other hand, he was also worried about Iris.
