The enemy was getting closer!
The captives grew anxious.
They frantically watched the completed Teleportation Array, just about to crowd toward it.
Teriel hadn't even had a chance to speak to stop them when several dozen Elves rushed up.
Clearly, there are always some who think only of running away at the arrival of crisis.
Then, they were sent flying back.
They fell to the ground, unable to rise, spitting blood and screaming in agony.
The Gray Elf Modified Warrior, who had thrown his punches without mercy, slowly lowered his fist, surveying the restless captives with his piercing gaze, enforcing the established discipline:
"If anyone dares to continue making a fuss, then they can stay here and wait for death."
"Since you've chosen to join us, then obey quietly."
"Everyone line up together, this is your first lesson in joining us, and in the future, you will be lining up frequently!"
"They will be the last to leave, I hope you don't join their ranks!"
