A Familiar Taste

This happened all the time.

A scout on night patrol would have the bad luck to encounter an enemy, send out a signal, and then get killed. It was that simple.

Generally speaking, that was where it ended.

Just like now.

"Foolish humans."

The horned woman sat atop a mountain of corpses, looking disdainfully at the battlefield around her.

At her side, a faint mist drifted through the air. Under the silver moonlight, the entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in the Cloud Sea.

"What good does sending out a signal do? You're only waiting to die."

The Demon Race woman looked down at the corpses and shook her head in incomprehension.

She specialized in Poison Mist Magic. Her signature ability was creating poisonous fog capable of killing all living things with ease.

In fact, that was exactly what she had done earlier. Those foolish humans had entered her sea of poisonous fog without noticing the danger. By the time they realized what was happening, they were already close to death.

Yet even under such circumstances, someone had still fought with all their might and used the last of their strength to send out a signal.

How foolish. Even if reinforcements came, they would only die in this sea of poisonous fog as well. What meaning did that have? It would be better to die peacefully in their sleep. Perhaps that would be preferable.

That was why she could never understand humans as a species.

Thinking this, the woman let out a soft laugh. She leaped down from the pile of corpses and walked toward the city wall ahead with the stride of a model on a runway.

Then the woman stopped. She raised her head and narrowed her eyes as she looked forward.

Under the silvery moonlight, a tall