A scream tore through the surroundings, getting louder, as if something was approaching. Michael's eyes widened, his gaze moving to the direction of the sound. Despite his panic, his movements were steady.
"We've got another batch coming, make room!" A female voice called from beyond the doors of the building.
Before he could react, the door burst open, bringing with it the smell of blood and groans of pain. There were mages floating in the air with an unknown levitation spell, flanked by two women with determined expressions.
Michael tried to get a look at their faces, but the dim light made it difficult. However, his attention quickly moved to the floating figures in front of him.
His stomach turned as he saw the first mage, a young man no older than twenty whose entrails were exposed, the smell of burnt flesh and blood almost overcoming him. He froze, feeling a wave of nausea consume him.
What the fuck!?
