Not long after Soren left—a guard marching him out—he saw the man with the yellowed teeth.
He was being dragged by the Red Swords.
"I wasn't going to do it. I swear." He screamed. "Please forgive me. It's them. The damn nobles. They paid me to do it. It's them. Please. They said they would hurt my family. Please..."
His voice faded away as he was pulled into a corner.
Soren only looked his way and looked away.
While he did pity the man's family, he had no pity for the man. He had no pity for anyone trying to hurt him.
After all, being pitiful was not the excuse to step on him.
He was taken back to the underground. The prisoners had already entered the Glass.
The guard came handed him his Glassheart and dagger and then he was allowed to go in.
Unlike before, there was no fighting of antibodies. Instead, prisoners formed their own small cliques here and there.
This surprised him.
Only now did he notice that there were no Eldritch whales.
