The Returning Candidate
At the same time, in another secluded spot on the outskirts of the royal capital, a demon girl appeared without a sound.
She paced around as though aimless, yet also seemed to be heading toward a clear destination. She looked rather casual and absentminded.
"Roar."
"Howl."
From time to time, beastly roars faintly and suddenly arose around the demon girl.
The demon girl knew those were not the cries of monsters from the wilderness.
In the current Human Realm, even wilderness monsters had encountered terrifying enemies.
They were everywhere, attacking every city in both the Human Realm and the Demon Realm under their creator's orders.
Thus, they now wandered through every corner of the Human Realm. Whether they encountered humans or monsters, they attacked without distinction, eliminating every enemy before them.
They might even slaughter one another.
After all, they had been born for the purpose of killing and devouring each other.
Even though the Demon Refining Ritual had not been held, that instinct to consume one another still lingered within them to some extent.
Therefore, fighting could break out in any corner of the Human Realm. It could be monsters against humans or monsters against other monsters, turning any place in the Human Realm into a battlefield.
The place where the demon girl was located was relatively remote, and there were still no signs of Demon Refining or Demonoid Larvae.
However, they were not far from this area either.
As the demon girl pondered this, she did not stop walking.
She did not know where she was going, either.
She only knew that as long as she did not stop, she would eventually be guided before that power.
That power had originally belonged to her—or rather, to her "prototype."
Guided by a force akin to fate,