Rain's heart ached as he observed the young Kraggul's harsh reality as a slave. He witnessed the boy's struggles, the hunger that gnawed at his belly, and the relentless labor that wore down his small frame. Despite the torment, a fierce determination burned in the boy's eyes, a resolve to survive and rise above his circumstances.
The scene shifted, and Rain saw Kraggul as a young warrior, training in secret, honing his skills with a makeshift weapon. Rain felt the sting of Kraggul's desperation and the fire of his ambition. Every strike, every parry was a testament to his unyielding will to break free from the chains of slavery.
