Four Snake-men emerged from the shadows, swishing their tails, and approached Xue Lin and Wang Tiancheng.
"You... are good."
The tallest Snake-man leader in the middle looked down at Xue Lin, speaking in imperfect Imperial language, his elongated yellowish snake pupils flickering with cunning and mockery.
Xue Lin and Wang Tiancheng lowered their heads, their eyes filled with deep pain and guilt.
"Xue, Wang, don't be sad."
The Snake-man leader grinned, revealing rows of sharp teeth, "They will soon be just like you, loyal to His Highness Egger."
Xue Lin clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging into his flesh, his whole body trembling slightly.
As a Royal Soldier, he was not afraid of death.
From the day he enlisted, he was prepared for sacrifice for his country.
However, he who thought he had a will of steel, was ruthlessly broken under the cruel torture of the Snake-men.
He had become the traitor he despised most, a collaborator.
"Where's the antidote?"
