Chapter 7:
Threads of Fate, Wills of Dominion
After that surge of levels, I pushed deeper into the cave. The further I went, the darker it became, but thanks to Insight, I could still navigate through the shadows.
I kept moving cautiously, expecting more encounters.
But nothing came.
Then—up ahead—I spotted something.
A faint glow.
An opening?
I picked up my pace and soon emerged on the other side of the cave, stepping onto a rocky ledge. Peering over, I realized it wasn’t a steep drop—just about 12 feet to the ground below.
But that wasn’t what caught my attention.
At the base of the ledge, a wagon was stationed.
People sat inside—women and children.
Their hands and feet were bound.
This wasn’t some casual ride through the forest.
They’re prisoners.
At the front of the wagon, two men stood guard, each wielding weapons.
And then—I saw her.
A girl at the back of the wagon, not tied up, but in terrible shape.
Her long, unkempt gray hair fell over her pale gray eyes, and her tan skin was littered with cuts and bruises. She wore nothing but rags, barely enough to be called clothing.
Slave traders.
Those bastards must be.
My hands clenched into fists.
I wanted to help… but could I really take them on at my current level?
No. Stop with the negative thoughts.
I just needed a plan.
Then it hit me.
Got it.
I’ll wait until dark.
In the cover of night, their vision will be weak—but with Insight, I’ll have the upper hand.
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