At the dungeon's entrance, when Zeku had stumbled out, rough hands gripped him—poachers, capturing creatures for sale. He was thrust onto a caged wagon, heading for a city market.

As dusk fell, a sudden ambush unfolded. Arrows whistled, shadows converged—adventurers, fierce and swift.

By a crackling fire, the adventurers debate his fate.

Zeku's eyes are locked on the group's leader. Swallowing his fear, he falls to his knees. "Make me yours. Use me as you will."

The camp fell silent.