[WARNING: Violence, Murder]
A familiar scene played out in front of me, giving me a bitter sense of deja vu.
Only three years after I'd entered Sora, the Greecian Kingdom brought another one hundred earthlings to be their breeding mares. Usually, going by their customs, they would wait ten years at a time.
Two years had passed since the vicious attacks of Queen Cathryn instigated the end of the little peace there was. Now, so many Orcs on either side had now died.
Meanwhile, in the lavish palace, they drank, fucked, and brawled, like the people outside, -the people they should be serving- weren't living each moment in fear and anguish because of their choices.
Dax's large hand steadied my small, trembling fist.
We looked on from our hiding spot. All of the guards outside had been taken care of.
