Blood trailed along the stone path as a demon boy ran with his sister over his shoulder. Their village, like so many others, were stripped of their defenses. The lord that looked over their protection was dead and now bandits were rising everywhere.
The fall of the Empire had brought misery to all of the weak that had relied on the strong to protect them. The life was brutal, but if one produced results, they could grasp what they desired.
The boy was only in the 5th tier of the Body Refining Realm. As a demon, he already had more strength than a human, but blood loss had the same effect on both races at that realm.
His sister was bleeding far more but her racing heart gave him hope to keep pumping his legs as the sound of pursuit continued.
