In the market where slaves were traded, a little girl with chains on her legs and arms sat on the ground as if it were a display. Her tiny body had many wounds and bruises, her body was pale and her clothes were tattered, unkempt.

Until finally a man with sharp red eyes and long black hair came to look there.

Devanius, With his sharp gaze he scanned his surroundings before falling on the figure of the little child sitting on the floor.