"Clang," Iyas heard the sound of a cage being opened.
Starting with that sound, a series of bangs and clatters followed one after another—all sounds of cages being opened.
This place was clearly for holding slaves, so why were there sounds of cages opening?
There was only one answer.
This was a trap.
One by one, fully armed individuals lifted the black cloth over the cages and took their positions in the walkway between the cells, with over thirty pairs of eyes converging on the bewildered Iyas.
These people were all Underground Bounty Hunters, active in the shadows. The only thing that would make them go to such lengths to wait here was a single purpose.
In a panic, Iyas drew her bow and set an arrow to the string, but for a moment she was at a loss as to whom she should aim the arrowhead at.
"At last, you've kept us waiting for so long!"
A Shield Axe Man stepped to the very front of the line, his face covered in stubble and filled with discontent and malice,
