At the center of this Draknar wasteland stood a spotless city, one that seemed almost untouched by the desolate surroundings. Yet, it was what was lined up around the sides of this fortress-like city that truly left a disturbing image of the Draknar Kingdom. From one end to the other, there were rusted cages, and in those cages were women dressed in ragged, cut-up clothing. Moreover, just like their attire, they too were cut up and bruised, with their stomachs unnaturally thin. Their ribs and bones could be clearly seen, leaving a stark contrast to what should have been beautiful appearances.
"This is…" Even the typically bubbly Frostella felt anger well up within her as she and her husband neared the several dozen-kilometer-wide fortress city.
