She turned toward Lia, "Let's go and fuck up some bitches," she muttered with murderous intent.
Lia flinched at her words. Her eyes widened slightly, 'T-This is weird…' she thought, her brow furrowing.
Something felt wrong with Snowflake.
They slipped silently toward the exit of the tent. Lia's bare feet padded against the iron ground, Snowflake's scales sliding with a faint hiss. Together, they pushed aside the tent flap—
And what they saw outside made their hearts freeze.
The sky above was blue and bright. The ground stretched green and alive, flourishing terrain with grass swaying lightly in the wind.
Nature looked beautiful.
Yet,
People were being dragged across the ground, bound and shackled like cattle.
Once-proud dragons lay broken. Their jaws were clamped with heavy muzzles, their scaled heads forced down as if they were nothing but dogs. Orcs stumbled forward with their massive hands bound in iron gauntlet cuffs.
Liches, their bones were wrapped in thick nets.
