The landscape was utterly barren. When nothing in sight moved, it took only a moment to feel as though the whole world had stopped.
Ruger withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the demons' Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield again.
There, far too many things were moving, slaughtering one another to satisfy their cravings. Ruger even saw a demon transform in the middle of battle, only for a pack of demons to devour its newly transformed flesh almost immediately. By comparison, demons like them outside the Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield were just a few little ants that had strayed from the colony.
Ruger scanned his surroundings, hoping to catch a glimpse of the so-called demon lords.
Their battle seemed to have ended. Even after looking carefully for a good while, he found none of them. The Flesh-and-Blood Battlefield was far too chaotic, and although their earthen slope was slightly elevated, it afforded a view of only one corner of the battlefield.
Ruger quietly closed his eyes to rest.
Whenever he grew bored, he continued working through spells in his mind. He alternated like that, sometimes admiring the scenery, sometimes developing spells.
In truth, while tinkering with the Grey Bullet Spell he had yet to name, his real goal had been the Fireball Spell-not an ordinary modification, but a similar application that combined it with the stench of malice.
Suddenly, Ruger sensed someone watching him.
Rather than react hastily, he slowly opened his eyes as though nothing had happened.
Everything around him was normal.
He slowly closed his eyes again, making no conspicuous movements, much less turning to look up behind him.
He sensed that the gaze came from the slope behind him. There were only two demons up there: the succubus lord sitting silently at the very top, lost in unknown thoughts, and the