Time Slimes? Chameleon Slimes? Spirit Slimes? (3)
In the heat of the moment, Lily's voice rang out, charged with anger and frustration. "They were forced by some fucking racist asshats! Forced to be on the front-lines!" Her words cut through the air, dripping with resentment toward the evident racism staining the situation.
Arthur, his expression grim, added to the conversation with a heavy tone. "Yeah, that wasn't an encampment. More like a slave ring." His eyes scanned the group of six black individuals - four men and two women. Their weary appearance, emaciated frames, and tattered clothing spoke volumes about the hardship they endured.
