"Oh, the rain is not that strong anymore. We can clearly see what is in front of us now."
Another two pairs of detainees were blocking off Fritz and the others' path. It was clear to them that those four were a part of the attackers, comrades of Tarque and Rustia's forged allegiance.
"I thought I sensed some powerful foes, but what is this? They are just a bunch of kids and a weirdo!" He said, waving around his hatchets on his hands. Carelessly, he went to check on the kids. "Oi, guys, come check this! This kid has a horn! Aren't demon race rare these days?"
"Oh, you are right! We hit it big, Ilgar! Even if his horn is still immature, I'm sure that master Rustia will like him!"
It was Fritz's first time hearing that the demon race was race nowadays. He connected to Newt's telepathy skill and asked the hero boy.
'What happened to the demon race?'
