Chapter Fifty-Two

The congregated members of the gang make haste in shoving me down the steps of the pit. Yes, a gladiator pit.

The circumference of the pit is barred and lined with cages, within most of them there's nothing to see, but in a few three of them, there lie foul-smelling creatures.

The beasts contort to the shapes of familiar predatory animals, wolf, bear and a hawk. Invincibill's private collection of exotic beasts.

Despite my current plight, I can't help the first thing that comes to mind is, What the hell is a gang leader doing with exotic, mutant animals?

It isn't a resource I'd expect them to acquire. Weapons, combat bots or something mechanically terrifying sure, but not tar-skin mutant animals.

The deeper I go the more it feels like I never knew this world at all.

But who am I kidding? I was a drifter lucky to tag at Neil's coattails, I got a fortunate but wholly incomplete view of Xoxia's criminal industry.