After Alba left, footsteps sounded once again in the hidden depths beneath the city.
The Low-Rank Demons inside the cave no longer felt their earlier unease, nor did they instinctively pick up stones to defend themselves. They had already grown accustomed to this life, however brief it had been, even if they could only hide in this underground cave.
Yet during their time here, they had experienced days utterly different from before, and a strange feeling spread through their hearts.
Their old craving for flesh and blood was no longer so intense. Their former numbness and delight toward death had also quietly faded, and after hearing that the demon soldier had died, a feeling of sorrow even began spreading silently among them.
When the footsteps drew near and another demon soldier emerged, he took out grain and distributed it to everyone as he had yesterday, only this time there was far more.
Looking at the food in his hands, one Nightmare Ram-Horned Demon looked at the demon soldier and asked, "Why is there so much this time...?"
"We're about to take action," the demon soldier replied. "We don't know how long it will last either, so we're making some preparations for you in advance."
As the demon soldier spoke, he continued distributing food to the demons before him, but that Nightmare Ram-Horned Demon handed his portion back.
Then the Nightmare Ram-Horned Demon told the demon soldier before him, "I'm going out this time too."
His voice was quiet, yet it was like a stone cast onto still water, stirring ripples.
The other Low-Rank Demons in the cave then made the same choice, one after another. Perhaps even they themselves could not explain why they wanted to do this.
But there was also a fire of anger in their hearts now,