Eldros finished recalling his life story to Zaroth, who in turn had his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.
"How much time have you spent being here fighting against other slaves?" he asked.
In response, Eldros simply shook his head.
"At the beginning I was confused, scared, shocked, so a couple days or maybe even weeks passed in a blur. At some point I started to count the days one by one, but gave up when I reached one hundred."
His voice sounded distant, he clearly didn't want to go into depth about the matter.
"So for all we know you could have spent a year or several being locked as a slave," Zaroth muttered, stroking his chin.
'I doubt it,' Luna echoed in his mind. 'Look at his physique—he's got a considerable amount of muscle. Even if he's special, with the rations they gave him, he should've wasted away. I don't think he's been caged more than a year.'
