The Tauren sat cross-legged inside a dark green fel cage covered in barbs. He gazed up at Mardum's starry sky, as quiet as a poet in that moment.
This damned place had neither day nor night. Whenever anyone looked up, they saw a sky full of stars and that green Light Screen. Here, time could only be measured by biological clocks and the Alchemy Clocks hanging in the camps. For those bastards whose routines were already irregular, this place was simply hell. In his first seven days on Mardum, Gamon had seen at least three people suffer mental breakdowns and kill themselves because of irregular sleep and excessive stress.
Mardum's unique environment and the demons that infested it made it extremely hostile to normal creatures. The demonic force field enveloping the entire continent left mortals agitated and drastically altered their temperaments. This had never been a place where mortal creatures were meant to survive, but compared with the Cannon Fodder Legion's great usefulness at critical moments, such minor problems were collectively ignored by the Illidari.
Gamon had regretted his decision on his second day on Mardum, after being sent through the massive Burning Legion Portal on Draenor. He prayed with utter sincerity to every deity he knew. If he could have another chance, even if that damned Goblin cheated him out of everything he owned, he would only smile and see him off, rather than angrily robbing the bastard of all his money and stabbing him for good measure. That stab, delivered to vent his anger, had sent him straight into hell.
Yes, if hell truly existed in this world, it was surely on Mardum.
Over the past few days, the scenery of the Golden Plains had kept surfacing in Gamon's mind. Those sights he had once grown utterly sick