Metal gates fly open on the sides of the arena floor, and an endless flow of
water rushes in. This has to be a mirage. Yet litre after litre flows in. The water
covers the metal ground, crashing with the expanse of a sea.
“How is this possible?” I hiss under my breath, remembering the labourers no
more than skin and bone. So many dying for water and they waste it on this?
This can be compared to the way that slave used to be treated in 1800. They were abused and forced into doing many different things they didn't want to. They had leaders, these leaders had no human respect nor did they have any morals towards the way that humans should be treated.
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