Would it be called the cruelty of humans or the cruelty of man ? Well, one would have to decide for themselves.
In their presence was a dimly lit room, with three rows of cages, chained to the walls, lined next to an open area.
Each cage was made of thick anti-magic bars that constantly sucked in the mana from the beastkins, leaving them barely alive, and leaving a constant reminder of their stark predicament.
The cages cranked and rattled with the weight of the captives and the still wind that blew past it. The rusted chains and bars, represented the years they had been forged.
The light within the beastkins eyes had long been lost and their bodies were shriveled down to their bones. Dried up blood ran down their legs and arms, and ugly lacerations persisted, unable to heal properly and yet, it did not cause their death.
