There were a total of five thugs in the narrow alley. Four of them were still trapped inside Liraeth's time prison, though it wasn't nearly as powerful as the one she had used on Sylvaris before. This one was more like a basic containment skill — it drained far less mana but was perfect for trash like this.
As for the fifth man lying unconscious on the ground... well, he had been treated to Faylira's raw fury. Her fists and claws had rained down on him without mercy, one brutal kick even landing squarely on his balls, almost crushing them completely.
The reason for all this? Simple.
Faylira and Liraeth were exotic girls — rare and valuable — and their price on the black markets was high. In big cities like this, women like them went missing all the time, stolen off the streets and sold into slavery without anyone ever catching the culprits.
