At another region of the battlegrounds, a squad consisting of individuals fully armored but with special onyx metal constraints on their necks stood engaged.
This was the prison squad, headed by Dio. The forty individuals fought with fervorous intent.
Jack cleaved through a ghastly wraith, a fetid splash of rot splattering across his glass-plated helm. Breathing heavily, he paused his rampage to wipe it off.
That's 98, I think… Tch, still have a long way to go.
He glanced at his comrades, all deeply occupied in mass slaughter — fast and efficient.
Hehehe… How did things turn out like this? What's the reason for this much enthusiasm in battle?
The reason was simple. Before the battle even began, they had been promised freedom. As long as each prisoner reached a certain kill count, they could cast off the restraints of being prisoners — and even have a chance at becoming the first personnel of a new department Roy was opening called The Dark Vanguards.
