Somewhere on the Nine Cauldrons Continent, a massive exodus was underway.
A group of nearly five thousand stunningly beautiful women followed a man cloaked in shadows, their expressions a mix of relief and determination.
"Wahhh… we're free at last!"
"Thank you, Master, whoever you are!"
"I swear, I'll kill Lucas Prince with my own two hands!"
Each woman in the crowd had suffered at the hands of Lucas Prince—a man whose wickedness knew no bounds.
Many had perished in his gruesome experiments, while others had been imprisoned for years, denied even a glimpse of sunlight.
His atrocities had left deep horrors, both physical and emotional.
Among the crowd was a woman whose angelic beauty had been marred by an ugly scar that ran across her face, a permanent reminder of her torment.
