The crimson moon hung across the sky, quietly shining over the Skybreath Wasteland.
The children of the wasteland slept in an age-old slumber.
Powerful bounty hunters did not care whether it was day or night; they treated perilous terrain as level ground. When they entered the Hundred Thousand Mountains for bounty missions, whether to hunt or seek treasure, they would naturally leave only after finishing the job.
Bounty teams of this caliber came and went as they pleased. Once they completed a mission, they generally returned straight to the city. They had no need to band together.
Only bounty teams desperately in need of rest, along with weak lesser demons, would come to the camps at the foot of the mountains to spend the night.
There were three such camps in the surrounding area, most built according to the lay of the land and furnished with simple defensive works.
After all, the Skybreath Wasteland was no safe place, and it was especially dangerous at night. Fierce beasts such as wasteland wolves were notorious for their savagery.
But the Demon Race was the finest race beneath heaven and earth. So long as they gathered together, there was nothing to fear.
The camp Chai Asi had come to lay in the nearest mountain hollow. Once dawn came tomorrow, he could head back to Cloud-Brushing City with his medicine basket on his back.
So-called bounty camps were not proper buildings at all.
They were merely gathering spots spontaneously formed in safe places at the foot of the mountains by bounty hunters making their living in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The conditions were exceedingly crude.
There were a number of fire pits, large and small, along with a few earthen walls, several fences, and some pitfalls.
But their defensive capability was negligible.
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