As a squadron leader serving under royalty, even if she was the lowest in the hierarchy, Kaida knew very well.
The truth was that beastkins were killed simply for being weak and resembling demons, without any reason other than to satisfy the ego of humans, who offered the pitiful justification that beastkins were more sensitive to corruption, when in reality, it was the opposite.
Kaida, thinking about beast-kin, turned her cage towards the one within her group, towards the slave whom she would have hated but didn't, since she knew a slave means following the orders of the master without will.
So she felt more sympathy than hatred towards Bella for attacking Mira. But as she turned, knowing what this demonic mist, a part of history for Bella, meant, her eyes widened.
'!'
Bella's hands were shaking.
Her mind wasn't in the cave anymore.
She was back in Ashvale—her village, small and tucked away in the hills, far from the capital's eyes.
