Adam set the ice blade down. Lina's condition was plain soul overload; she truly was in no state to keep adding slaves. But the rest, the ones who still refused the contract and dared to resist, couldn't be wasted either — they would do nicely for testing whether bloodline purification worked on alien races.
"Take me to see them." Adam set the specimen aside and dissolved both the protective suit and the ice blade.
Lina's face stiffened. Her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing and dared ask nothing; she gave a sound of assent and led the way in front.
The tribe looked to have returned to its original state. The forest elves who had already signed contracts formed a ring, penning their still-resisting kin in the center; scattered blood had pooled on the ground, as though a fierce clash had just broken out.