Chapter 172. Little Witch

It was so weird, they were inside a protected door but none of them tried to escape. The air felt stale and heavy, tinged with the faint scent of wax and iron, like time itself had frozen inside these walls. Their movements seemed almost robotic as if they were trapped in a trance unable to break free. Some of them were reading books, some were sharping weapons like swords and arrows that they should not be around at such young age while some played video games. The soft clicks of buttons and the metallic scrape of blades blended together into an eerie, mechanical rhythm.

They were so engrossed in their activities that they didn’t even spare her another glance. It sent a shiver crawling down her spine—children weren’t supposed to move this quietly, this precisely.

Who were these kids?

Who were the children the Soul had wanted Esmeray to save? It appeared to be that the children present there were on their free wills. They didn’t look in the need of a savior.