The night is as tranquil as water.
Yet the Fire Phoenix encampment is eerily silent; the daytime siege battle left the Demon Clan within the camp with mixed feelings.
Few were injured inside the camp because the First Line Pass is so treacherous that survival on the front line is nearly impossible—either killed or falling into the nearby abyss, leaving little chance of escape. Only those lingering in the rear survived.
By the campfire.
A dozen Demon Clan members sat around the campfire, eating dinner that had been prepared, when a robust Demon Clan man approached. The other Demon Clan members immediately made space upon seeing him arrive.
"Centurion."
The Demon Clan Centurion directly sat in the space made for him, took the food handed to him, and quickly consumed it, then raised his eyes to look at the dozen Demon Clan members by the campfire.
"There's good news and bad news."
Demon Clan members nearby all raised their eyes to look over.
