I stood in the middle of the slaver camp amidst a pile of bodies.
Not all of the slavers were dead since I intentionally left the executives alive and some of the other slavers were still laying on the floor groaning in pain while bleeding out.
Carrey was seated on the ground, having been scared out of her wits when she found her comrades having been reduced to their current state.
I stepped on the bodies of the slavers to walk over to her, my swords still dripping with the blood of the slavers that I had cut down.
The rest of my Shadow Guards remained where they were, though they were all staring in Carrey's direction which only made the air feel more imposing.
I stood in front of her, the Trasif literally shivering in fear as she watched me approach her.
"Wa… Wait!! Wait!! Wait, wait, wait, wait!" She cried, throwing up her hands pleadingly. "I… I will submit! I will submit to you! Mistress! Mistress!"
