In the forest on the border between Azashion, the land of humans, and Delheid, the land of demons, a fierce battle was raging. Beastmen warriors of the Dedoldia forest tribe were fighting against mercenary units hired by slave traders. The battle was clearly losing. The beastmen were retreating, and some women and children were already being herded into cages. The beastmen warriors tried to break through to them, but they suffered losses and retreated deeper into the village, trying to protect whoever they could. Three slave traders, observing the battle, shouted loudly at them.

Slave Trader 1: "Surrender already, you've lost! We'll spare your lives and build a slave farm here where we'll breed you for sale!"

Slave Trader 2: "But you'll stay alive!"

Slave Trader 3: "And don't starve to death in the winter!"

one of the beastman warriors grinned and spat, looking with hatred at the slave traders, after which he said to the one standing next to him

Warrior 1: "Look at these bastards... they don't even try to hide their intentions..."

Warrior 2: "What do they have to hide? They've rounded up so many mercenaries... they know we're doomed..."

Warrior 1: "You're right about that... well, at least I'll die with honor!"

With these words, the beastman warrior jumped over the mercenaries and rushed towards the slave traders, intending to take at least one of them with him to the next world... but suddenly froze and fell to the ground... seeing how the second slave trader held a knife to the throat of the little wolf girl

Slave Trader 2: "Bad boy... that's not the way to talk to your masters... sit!"

Warrior 1: "Beast... Scoundrel... Coward..."

one of the mercenaries walked up to the beastman warrior and mockingly kicked him in the back, causing him to fall on his heels

Mercenary 1: "Who is a beast here, huh? Look at yourself..."