1, 2, 3, Broken checked the status of each human slave, his anger mingling with the fear of what he would find. And there, a fifteen-year-old boy was stumbling while trying to keep pace with the rapidly moving carriage.
[Name: Nash]
[Inspiring Stories (A) - Survivalist (B) - Problem Solver (B)]
Yes, he could see his talents! He is from Slumdon!
Broken clenched his fists tightly, not realizing his Stealth had run out.
"Hey, do you even have eyes?!" A demon who collided with Broken shouted angrily, pushing him, but instead, the demon was pushed back.
Broken stashed his Slumdon Cape into his Inventory, his mind more chaotic than ever. He had done his best to push thoughts of the slaves aside, but now he had reached his limit.
