'Is it an unstoppable Demon attack?'
Roland frowned, quickly exchanged a wary glance with his companions, then grabbed the Secret Silver Longsword at his side, gripped the hilt tightly, and strode out of the tent.
It wasn't an overreaction.
During his time in the camp, they had encountered Demon attacks before, but the well-established defenses always resolved the crisis quickly, rarely causing much of a commotion.
Often, by the time Roland noticed something was wrong, the Demons had already been wiped out.
But a commotion this loud, punctuated by panicked cries, was a first since his arrival at the camp.
His guard instantly on high alert, Roland deftly lifted the tent flap, his sharp gaze locking onto the source of the noise.
What met his eyes wasn't the horde of snarling Demons he expected, but a routed flood of people.
