Outside the hideout of the Slave Trade Guild, dozens of Sandroach Guards had gathered.
The atmosphere was solemn.
Heavy.
No human could be found in sight.
The Sandroach Guards were in neat formation, each holding their weapon firmly and a shield on their left arm.
Their carapaces and shells shone under the moonlight. The air pulsated faintly under an invisible pressure.
Standing at the forefront of the guards was the Sandroach Chief. He stood tall, imposing beyond the guards behind him.
His aura twisted the air around him. His antennae twitched slightly, and his dark shell had a light luster that made it different from the others.
"Come out!" he commanded loudly in the human language.
Since the commotion started in his town, he had been looking for the perpetrator and wanted to make them pay.
Although most of the attacks were targeted at humans, that did not reduce his anger.
