Besides the humans, there were also over a dozen vampires and sirens, their hands and feet bound in shackles.

The moment they entered the steel hall, terror flooded their faces as they began struggling frantically. Yet, it was as if some higher power was suppressing these vampires and sirens from above. Aside from their faces turning pale with fear and their bodies trembling violently, they could do nothing else.

As for the majority of the human slaves, it went without saying. There were elders, children, men, and women, and every one of them stared ahead with hollow eyes, long stripped of any spark of life.

At this point, they did not even know what fear was. They simply stood there blankly.

Low, heavy breathing and sounds of hungry craving echoed from Ragnar on the throne, filling the cavern.

"Kaelen, hurry, give them to me! I need fresh, burning blood and flesh right now…"

Kaelen remained expressionless as he waved his hand. At once, all the slaves were driven forward. Then