Chapter 29: A Heavy Burden
Chapter 29: A Heavy Burden
Only after the declaration he made, and the murmurs of the slaves — did Oliver, frozen in shock, realize what he had just agreed to.
A child against a man in his thirties?
'Shit!'
Even ten of him wouldn't be enough to do anything to the hulking commoner called Barka.
As Barka walked away, whispers filled the cages, and Oliver cursed at his own big mouth inside his head.
Oh the dread that weighed heavily in his chest.
One glance at Barka, with the figure of a man who had lived a hard life toiling the earth and doing backbreaking labor, and Oliver knew — he was going to receive the pounding of his life.
What had happened to the other poor man against Garron's fist would be nothing compared to what was waiting for him.
His skull would likely shatter with a single punch.
The thought alone made cold sweat trickle down his spine.
And yet, beyond the doom that loomed, Oliver understood something else.