The air was tense as the slave traders stood at the edge of the Forbidden Zone, hesitating to go further. One of the men, his voice shaky but resolute, turned to their boss. "We can't continue further, boss. This is as far as we can go."
Their leader, a man known for his ruthlessness and cruelty, scowled at the words. His anger boiled over, and without a moment's hesitation, he swung his fist into the man's face with a bone-crushing force. The unfortunate slave trader was sent flying, crashing through the underbrush and landing several miles away with a sickening thud. The life drained from his body, leaving him a broken heap on the forest floor.
The remaining men looked on in horror, their faces pale as they took in the brutal display of their boss's fury. The air around him crackled with a menacing energy, and his eyes glinted with a cold, merciless rage.
