TBATE - What if Tessia was the legacy ? - The legacy of it all

Unity

{Tessia Eralith}

-Do it in the middle of the warehouse; I trust you to be even worse than usual." Said a feminine voice coming from the inside, which I assumed to belong to the boss of those slave traders.

Resisting the urge to dash in, cut those bastards in a million pieces, and burn whatever remained, I knew that I had to wait to get more information in case they were more of those disgusting traders.

-Bring every one of them to the center and force them to watch, especially the young ones." She added in a strict yet detached tone, as if she didn't see how cruel and disgusting her actions were.

Spreading my sound magic a bit more, I heard a series of footsteps, with one going upward and one deeper in the building, along with a lot of noise, probably from the dwarf girl struggling to get free, meaning that one of the traders hadn't moved.

Waiting for their boss to get back to the higher floor, I slid in the building by the unlocked double door and hoped I wouldn't be late.

Arriving in the somewhat well-decorated first room, I didn't hesitate for a single second and pulled the sword Gramps had given me out of the small dimensional ring I had, rushed toward my first target, who was still standing in the room facing away from the entrance, and sliced his throat before he even realized that I had attacked him.

Holding the body to make it fall silently so as not to alert the others, I mentally debated whether I should target the boss of the remaining grunts first but quickly found an answer when I stared inside the storage area.

My face turned pale and eyes widened in shock as I noticed the countless rows of dozens of cages, each stacked on each other and cramped with dozens of humans, elves, and dwarves.

All the slaves were either naked or wearing almost nothing, covered in bruises and scars, some with missing fingers or eyes, and all with a distraught, hopeless expression.

Looking at them, I was brought back to the last mission I had done in my past life, where we had freed an Elven concentration camp.

The despair, the moans of agony, the dead bodies slowly rotting in a corner, the people cramped against each other like they were worse than animals.

But it wasn't the worst part. What made me leap forward and instinctively fire a wind bullet was seeing that enormous man pushing down the girl, who wasn't even a teenager, on the ground and start to ripe her thin, worn out dress and removed her underwear.

Feeling a wave of pure anger and hatred at those traders, at the ones who treated others like pawns and merchandise they could use and sell, I took a step, ready to obliterate that demon so hard that nothing would remain.

This was the right thing to do, the only thing those bastards deserved. I'll get rid of all three of those traders and save everyone here I'll-

"You leave us to go on your own solo crusade, and you ask how this happened?!" I heard Darvus's voice shout at me as the scene of our last meeting after the battle for Elenoir flashed in my head.

Caria's mangled leg, Stannards' empty expression as he looked away from Darvus' hateful eyes as he glared at me. They were all my friends, my teammates, people I had sworn to protect, only to give up on them in the middle of battle while they needed me the most.

Caria had lost her leg because of me, because I threw myself at the enemy at the first Elven death without thinking about anyone else.

So many were injured, lost arms, legs, friends, and family because I broke the line, because I followed my rage and didn't think about the consequences.