"No, no, no!"
"Get off of the way!"
"RUN!"
When the ground beneath the rebels fell apart, despair soon took place in their hearts.
The absolute worst case scenario, the one scenario they were all hoping to avoid, had happened.
All of the fighting, all of the bloodshed, and all of the vicious monsters that had plagued their existences like eternal nightmares, had finally spilled over and was about to affect all of the non-combatants.
Due to the haphazard way that the [Mines of Malevolence] gathered slaves, many of its inhabitants weren't actually warriors, but they were related to the slaves that could be considered warriors.
These were the elderly.
These were the terminally sick.
These were the children that had nowhere else to go.
They were the rebellious, the stupid, and the absolute lowest quality of slave that could ever be put to market, where it would've been cheaper to just kill them and move on.
