When Herbert arrived at the area where the slaves were being held, the commotion had already settled.
After a brief uproar, the place returned to its previous calm—well, relatively speaking.
Not completely silent, just lacking the full-throated wailing of Cyril.
Instead, there was the chaotic sound of whippings, along with some feeble cries of agony.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
"Ah! Cough! Ugh!?"
"No! Ah—"
"Ahhhhh!"
"Stop! Don't hit anymore... Ah!!?"
However, this time, it was the guards who were being whipped while hanging from iron chains, instead of the slaves.
The slaves who were once confined in cages had been released, turning into vengeful wraiths, fiercely tearing into the villains who had inflicted suffering upon them.
The tormentors were bound and became helpless victims.
Those who had been abused picked up whips, transforming into tormentors... no, they were avengers.
The roles of attacker and defender had reversed.
