In this tragic picture of a meeting with death, in these darknesses of oppression, there is an echo of the Six, the Great Emperor who rules over the Interstellar Alliance. He, as a shadowy manipulator of fate, illuminates the inhumane behind the scenes of this oppressive market. His power is closely intertwined with the arena of death, where slavery becomes a dramatic dance under his slippery fingers.

In the open market, under the light of dim lamps, a sweeping bargainer, dense and fearless, stands out among the crowd of hungry traders. In his rough hands a sparkling chain glimmers, with which he happily knocks on the iron locks of a deliberately powerless slave. He laughs, revealing his cruel intentions, an ominous laugh that breaks the silence of this hell on earth.

The sweeping movements of the dealer are like a dance of death, and his voice, full of ecstatic pleasure, pierces the air. Under his eyes, illuminated by the brilliance of profit, he examines his goods, considering them as criminal property. In this naked show of ridicule and meanness, slavery becomes a diabolic theater where injustice dances under the dictation of its brutal dictatorship.

And a slave. Product. His figure, doomed, hung motionless, bound by heavy iron chains, like an invaluable slave at a death auction. In that terrible sanctuary of evil known as the slave market, he appeared before the eyes of the disgusting creatures of mankind. However, it seems that the young man does not care about the frantic shouts of traders and the squealing of transactions. He lies where the air is saturated with darkness, and his gaze is emotionless, as if he had gone inside himself, into his own world. A look that has no meaning, almost empty, when it is motionlessly directed into the distance, as if watching something that is not there. His body seemed to merge with the scars and bruises that became part of his essence.