Relations between the Bagnians and the elves were rapidly cooling.
The fighting in Mooncrown City continued, but the players were doing their best to avoid places connected to the elves, advancing instead toward the Demon Woodlands outside the city.
The players were trying to hit the demons in their lair and farm monsters right at the source.
But that did not mean the elves inside the city would face less pressure. The demons had not dwindled at all; their numbers were increasing at a terrifying rate.
That was because there was now more than one demon spawn point.
This was the downside of the fractured sky. Meteors carrying demons and Abyss portals fell everywhere like bird droppings, littering Mooncrown Island.
The world tree, Tears of the Firmament, was already doing everything it could. Pale green light shone from the towering tree, but it could only slow the demons' emergence, not shut down all the teleportation circles.
The battle in Mooncrown City was slowly spiraling toward collapse.
Yet the mastermind orchestrating it all was not satisfied with the current pace.
In Mooncrown City, Treating Children's Crying crouched in the shadow of a half-collapsed arrow tower, a dry grass stem between his lips, idly dragging a whetstone along his bloodstained cleaver.
"Tch. Boring."
He muttered to himself.
The main force of players had gone into the Demon Woodlands outside the city and were locked in fierce combat with fresh demon forces. Treating Children's Crying had not followed them, choosing to remain in the city as a proud lone wolf.
Every player had their own gaming habits. Some liked large group battles and grand spectacles, but Treating Children's Crying was the exact opposite.
He preferred to operate alone.
Though the main force had left Mooncrown City, as far as he was concerned,