Night.
With a great long saber on his back and the old fox tucked under one arm at his waist, Tiger Seven sped westward.
"Broken Abacus, I'm not questioning you, but are you sure your plan will work?"
The old fox narrowed his eyes slightly, his tone calm.
"Then let's hear what workable plan you have."
Tiger Seven suggested quietly, "Forget all this messy nonsense and just run."
"Run where? Where would we go? How many demons and humans are watching you now?"
Tiger Seven sighed at that. Vast as the world was, it seemed he had suddenly lost every place where he could find shelter.
The lesser demons he had seen outside his door these past few days were already unfamiliar faces. Things had reached a critical point lately, and their surveillance had become rather brazen.
Not every Demon King was simply looking to make a quick score. Some truly wanted to establish a Demon Kingdom.
If he threw down his tools and quit at this critical moment,
those wanting to skin his tiger hide might not necessarily be humans.
But if he gritted his teeth and saw it through, humans would definitely skin him.
The old fox sighed. He understood Tiger Seven's worries well enough.
After all, their lives were at stake. He thought for a moment, then explained:
"Don't panic. It's not as though the two of us have to handle everything alone. Sometimes, bringing in a few more like-minded demons makes getting something done easier."
"To put it more crudely, if there were demons to cushion our fall, wouldn't you be less worried?"
Hearing that other demons would cushion his fall did ease much of Tiger Seven's unease. He looked toward the small oasis, now faintly visible.
He nodded lightly, then asked in a low voice,