172: Slave Market

The tension in the air was thick, almost tangible. If a stranger happened to appear, they would undoubtedly sense it, perhaps even taste it.

The Terror Queen had a pondering light in her eyes as she observed the enigmatic man before her. Her eyes flickering briefly at her daughter, before looking once again at the man called Anon.

A few seconds later, she released a sigh then she raised her hand.

"You can stand down everyone. Go back to your duties and inform everybody in the Region of Terror that they can carry on with their normal activities… There's no need to hide anymore."

As her words echoed, the group of 50 visibly relaxed and in the next instant, they dispersed, each returning to their respective tasks.

Anon watched as the group dispersed, his eyes having a hint of slight intrigue. As he observed the group, the Terror Queen's voice flowed into his ears.

"Follow me… and make sure you bring my daughter along with you."