Two days later, at the Demon Gathering Camp.
The Demon Gathering Camp is at least two hundred miles from the nearest town in a straight line, with mountain ranges and swamps along the way. It is also not near any trade routes, so it has always been sparsely populated.
But now the Demon Gathering Camp was brightly lit with joyful laughter. Plates of delicious food lined the long tables, one after another, and opened jugs of fine wine followed one after another. The aroma of alcohol and meat spread like fire over the entire mountain, and inside the tents, glasses clinked. Young men blushed as they looked at their favored girls, the elderly reached agreements with forced smiles, and several streets lined with various goods created the semblance of a small marketplace.
Outside the camp, countless wild beasts lurked in the night with glowing green eyes, drooling with desire, but could only linger outside the fences and walls.
