Han Mengli and the others in his group were taken elsewhere and checked by the onboard physicians and alchemists.
Han Mengli heard talks during that time about how the demons in that world had already escaped, leaving behind many camps full of dead slaves. So many humans had lost their lives, and from the look of it, Han Mengli's group was to blame.
If they hadn't started the fight, those up above wouldn't have been forced to reveal themselves.
Nameless patted him on the shoulder. "Lighten up. You're not a slave anymore."
"No, but so many others died," Han Mengli said. "If we had just waited…"
"If we had waited, we would've died. Or worse, we would've been slaves forever," Nameless said, a flicker of rage showing on his face for a moment before vanishing. He was far too weak to be saying anything about these people.
