Chapter 977: Too Late
"You are late... There are no prisoners here."
Silence.
"The Duke decided to... auction them off at the king’s birthday party..."
"Is this some final defense mechanism of some sort?" Kitsara asked with uncertainty.
"Damn it!" Vex cursed under her breath. One look at Sareth was enough to let the Hexwitch know she wasn’t lying.
"We were too late...?" Feng asked after finally managing to get to her feet.
"Let’s check to make sure," Quinlan’s voice came, grim. If Sareth was telling the truth, then their situation became a lot more troublesome. Selling off his own prisoners as slaves sounded quite a bit contradictory, but as no criminals would be able to gain access to such a secure event, the duke must’ve decided there was no harm in backstabbing the finance department to sell off their prisoners. They could use the funds to fuel their war machine while sowing devastation in the ranks of their enemies all at once.
"Where are the keys to the prison?"
Every eye turned toward the gate.
Smoke still drifted from the battlefield; the stench of blood, scorched steel, and ruptured mana filled the air. But the doors, the immense prison gates behind which their goal lay, stood untouched.
Sareth tilted her head back and looked toward the looming entrance with half-lidded eyes, one cracked with pain and blood.
"Go on... The doors are not closed."