Black crows circled in mid-air, cawing and staring at the coveted piece of flesh in the center of the demon horde with their gleaming, greedy eyes.
But they dared not land.
Just moments ago, their vulture companions who had landed first were torn apart by the savage beasts on the ground, thrown into the crimson magic flame, and turned into ashes.
Although the crimson fire had now extinguished, the number of demons encircling it hadn't decreased. Instead, it had grown, making it hard for these 'birds of unknown origin' to decide whether to advance or retreat.
Of course, a large number of demons on the ground does not mean they can evenly divide the human flesh with ease.
After all, there were more beasts than there was meat, and disagreements were inevitable because these demons came from a variety of tribes.
