The moon hung low and full in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the D'Aurélion State.
In the eastern valley, the bait had been set.
A small stage had been erected near the tree line, nothing extravagant, just wooden planks and lanterns for light.
The group of innocent village girls, carefully chosen and protected by Gray's hidden formations, performed a simple folk dance.
Their laughter and music carried on the wind, innocent and pure.
The special perfume Gray had prepared worked perfectly.
A faint, sweet scent, the essence of untouched youth and purity, drifted through the valley like an invisible lure.
It was subtle to human noses, but to demons, it was absolutely intoxicating.
From the shadows of the forest, the first demons began to appear.
Low-tier creatures with twisted limbs and glowing red eyes crept forward, drawn like moths to a flame.
Their nostrils flared, saliva dripping from jagged teeth as they moved closer to the stage.
