Another week had rolled by quickly in the wake of the dungeon and Rem had moved a long way from where he had been – there were no demon fights so he could only fight and absorb the souls of regular monsters while slowly increasing his power.
He needed a lot of power to face the enemies that lay ahead of him, endangering his path and what gave better power than absorbing the souls of Monsters? The souls of the Hellhounds that he hunted served as a sufficient power-up but overtime, the effects of Hellhounds grew slim.
Rem stood outside the tent which had been situated within a cave, he had learned from his last mistake with the Demonic Medium and began hitching the tent within deep cave formations, after clearing them out of course… it made the chances of getting found out a whole lot slimmer.
