"Maybe they're chasing from behind, don't make a fuss about it." Someone laughed and answered from beneath the watchtower.
He's been guarding here for ten years, and no one has ever escaped from here. Most of those who are not enslaved don't usually come to such places either.
The footsteps just now, loud and dense, sounded like a group of people walking together. Although he didn't know why these people walked so neatly, it's highly unlikely that those who aren't enslaved would walk so steadily towards this mine.
Either they're mining slaves, or they're outsiders, and outsiders are highly unlikely to come to such a place, so the ones rushing here must be mining slaves.
Soon, faint glimmers of golden light or shadows began to flicker from the distant mountain path. Those blessed by the Lord of Light and Shadow obtain powers suited to their attributes, some gaining light, others shadow.
