Mark kept staring at the site of the accident, unable to look away, until the Demon Lord's voice pulled him from his trance.
"You know," she said quietly, her eyes fixed on the street. "Many times I wished I had really died that day."
"…Why?"
"Because that day was when the real nightmare began…"
"..."
"After joining that group, it didn't take me long to realize something," the Demon Lord said as the surroundings transformed around them. "And that was that things between them were incredibly tense… much more so than it seemed at first glance."
When the scene finished forming, Mark found himself in what looked like a makeshift camp inside the dungeon.
There were sleeping bags spread across the stone floor, a fire burning at the center, and supplies stacked against one of the walls.
But the atmosphere was far from peaceful, as the archer and the assassin were arguing with each other.
