After the enslavers hauled Morgana's cell inside, she was brought to the area where the other slaves that were going to be sold were located. A dark room next to the main stage.
Once her prison cart was brought to a stop, she glanced at the other captured.
On one cell, a family of four embraced in a group hug as the father tried to console them.
Next to them, a beautiful female elf with light green hair who seemed to be around her 20s sat next to her little brother, who looked just a few years older than Selene.
On the other side, a lone boy with gray hair and light red skin sat, hugging his knees and hiding his face between his legs with fear. Two horns extruded from his head, making Morgana aware that the boy was an "oni."
An oni was another race in Aegis, and while it was a playable race for players, it wasn't exclusive to them, and they weren't extinct like the neonites. They were recognizable by their horns more than their reddish skin since they could also have gray or pale complexions.
Next to Morgana's cell, a beautiful woman with straight jet-black hair and red eyes sat with a defeated expression while breathing heavily from thirst. None of which took away any of her beauty.
Admiring the woman's good looks, Morgana used appraisal out of sheer curiosity.
[ Name: (Bella) Rookz ]
[ Age: 24 ]
[ Class: Blood Artificer ]
[ Level: 95 ]
[ Race: Half-Vampire ]
'Wait… Rookz! I know that guy! She must be his daughter…' The trickster thought as she inspected the woman's information.
She recalled that Rookz was a player who was a max-level artificer. A class that revolved around the creation of gadgets, explosives, and concoctions. However, she had never seen a sub-class called "Blood Artificer."
Besides, she also recalled that Rookz wasn't a vampire but a human islander, making her deduce that his partner must have been one.
The woman looked up and gazed at Morgana momentarily, who smiled at her softly in response. Nonetheless, the woman was too distressed to comprehend why someone would act so casually minutes before being auctioned as a slave and turned her head back down.
A single member from the Black Cross entered the dark room to check on the conditions of the prisoners while holding a whip.
Standing in the center and looking around to inspect the victims, the man walked toward the cell that had the artificer with a perverted look, licking and smacking his lips in an unsettling manner.
The woman recoiled to the back of her cell in fear as the man slowly approached the metal bars.
"Oi, vampire woman! Come closer. I wanna get a little taste." said the enslaver as he tapped the cell's bars with his pants in a suggestive pose.
The woman covered her face, adverting her eyes from the man, making him get more intense with his advance until he opened the cell's door.
With a sneer, the enslaver stepped in, ready to defile the vampire woman, when he got distracted by Morgana, who was standing up in her cell, looking at the man seductively.
The enslaver, unable to take his eyes off the beautiful figure of the neonite, whose dress stuck to her body and accentuated her curves, asked what she wanted.
"Aww, don't you see that girl is an amateur? I thought you would like to have some fun instead." said the trickster as she softly pressed her body against the iron bars, inviting the man to come closer.
Not thinking about it twice, the man diverted his attention from the half-vampire and walked toward Morgana's cell.
Opening the door with a devious smile, the man raised his arm forward to grab Morgana's breast. However, before a finger could even graze her dress, she used her chained arms to slap away his hand and grab him by the neck, lifting him up with ease.
"Man, are you really trying to ruin my plans?" she asked, her eyes piercing through the enslaver as her aura intimidated everyone in the room.
Noticing an empty barrel on the side, Morgana snapped the man's neck and carried him to the barrel, opening it and dumping the corpse inside before sealing it.
The rest of the prisoners stood silent in awe and fear. Scanning the room, Morgana saw that one of the children from the family of four had a wound in his leg, prompting the trickster to use her "shadow mend" skill on the boy.
The boy and his family drew back with terror, but the boy calmed down once he noticed the shadows were healing him.
Morgana turned to look at the elf siblings. "Can you turn around?" she asked with a commanding tone.
The elf boy quickly stood up from the ground and turned around to show his back, but Morgana shook her head. "No, not you, cutie. The pretty elf lady…" she said.
The woman stood up with a mixture of confusion and fear, but Morgana's tone sounded too severe to ignore, so she complied and turned around.
"Could you show me your back?" the trickster asked.
The elf slowly removed her arms from her slave dress and shily slid it down while facing the wall, showing only her naked back to the rest of the room.
"Mhmm, as expected," said Morgana as she noticed the dozens of wounds that the woman had received from whip lashes.
'I can tell she was protecting her brother…' she thought as she cast "shadow mend" on the woman, healing her wounds and soothing her pain.
The elf put her dress back on and turned around, bowing to Morgana without saying a word.
Then, the trickster slowly walked toward the cell with the oni boy, who had been silently watching the whole scene, although his eyes showed more admiration than fear for Morgana.
"Turn around, boy," she said softly but commandingly.
Obediently, the boy stood up and turned around, showing his wounded back to Morgana before she cast her healing skill.