There were more cages. The same sight as before. Several of them. But all were empty.
"…Where…" he whispered, his throat dry.
He had been dragged into another dangerous situation.
Was his decision to join the unit wrong?
It seemed so. But there was no time for regret now.
His storage ring was gone. His weapons were gone. Everything he had was taken away.
"Damn… it seems the demons caught me and took away all of my belongings."
Memories rushed back.
The battle with Kalrik.
Blood spreading everywhere during their fight. Screams of pain. The deaths of his friends. His comrades.
Lucien. Derrick. They were dead.
'Harvey, Mira, Kaelra… they must be alive. He thought. But where were they? Were they captured just like him? Then where were they?'
They should be in the same tent. Locked inside cages.
His chest tightened painfully.
"Harvey…" he murmured. "Mira… Kaelra…"
He tried to sit up.
Pain exploded through his body again.
"Gah—!"
