Voumi Town
It had been several months since the Terran slaves of Voumi Town had been caught. Since then, about a few hundred people perished, a lot of whom died during the Heat Wave.
At this time, Gurnam was looking out their quarters. Fortunately, while still inhibiting and disgusting compared to life back in Terran, it was not the pigsty anymore.
When the lord realized they were elementalists, he moved the awakened ones to a new place, and also moved the weaker ones to a slightly better dormitory.
If this didn't happen, it was estimated that a lot more of them would've died from the heat wave.
Gurnam looked in the direction of East in deep thought, feeling extremely worried. He then looked down the windows and saw dozens of guards approaching, no doubt to round them up.
Sarah, who now had a healing scar on her face, walked over to him. She also saw what was happening on the lower floors, and couldn't help but look worried.
"What's wrong? What's happening?"
Gurnam could not even fake a reassuring smile like he usually did; He felt too heavy. "I overheard something earlier."
For the servants that were near the masters, they would be ordered to keep their mouths shut for anything discussed. However, Gurnam was not a slave. Unlike them, he could actually talk about what he heard.
Earlier that day, during their harsh training sessions, he ended up near the guards who were chatting about an upcoming war.
Gurnam heaved a deep breath before answering Sarah. "They're sending us to assist Inko Village in the war."
"What?" Sarah exclaimed. "I thought we wouldn't be cannon fodders after they found out we're elementalists!"
"Yes, but the enemy is apparently strong, so they're sending some of us to help out."
Since these people found out they were elementalists, they were naturally not wasted on menial work. Rather, they were all pulled aside for harsh training that would end up killing a lot of the low-leveled ones.
Now… they would put all that training to use—in a war against their own brethren.
His jaw clenched and closed his eyes. "We're fighting… a Terran territory."
He could still hear those bastards mocking him. When he was eavesdropping, it wasn't like the guards couldn't see him there at all. Rather, they enjoyed his look of horror.
Slaves would still show their internal thoughts on their faces, which was even more fun to these sadists.
To them, seeing someone die inside—because they were compelled to do something so intensely against their will—was probably quite amusing.
He remembered their sly smiles as they looked at him with vindictiveness. "Did you hear? We're targeting a village similar to yours—one with lots of elementalists.
"You're one of those fire users, right?
"What would it feel like to burn your former brethren?" they asked, their eyes filled with mirth. "To watch them turn to ashes?"
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