The cave was dark and damp.
A strange odor permeated the air.
"Here!"
Second Uncle waved his hand.
"Put the things down."
THUD!
Wooden buckets filled with rice and steamed buns were carried out and set down one by one, the aroma of rice spreading through the air.
"Where's the meat?"
From the darkness,
a burly figure slowly walked out, its voice low and muffled.
"I smell meat."
A demon!
This world was home to numerous Demons, and the top factions and powerful families all had deep connections to the Demon Race.
For ordinary people, however, the boundary between humans and demons was distinct. It was rare to find a Demon in human territory.
If there were any,
Demon Catchers would hunt them down and kill them.
Thus, many people went their entire lives without ever seeing a Demon.
If they did, it was no blessing; it was likely in connection with various brutal murders.
What walked out of the darkness was a demon.
A Tiger Demon!
