They followed a road shattered by battle, each step revealing new atrocities committed by roaming demons.
***
In the shell of a market town, two dozen Demonic Cultivators circled a huddle of unarmed civilians, brandishing blades washed in shadow and laughing as though slaughter were a children's game.
A single kick sent a pregnant woman sprawling. Blood darkened the dust, and amid that crimson bloom slid the half-formed life she had carried.
Demon laughter rose like broken bells.
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