After the battle, the village began to take shape. Each person became more focused, and a sense of companionship formed between the demon knights and warriors.
Some would visit the monolith and quietly pray; others became fixated on their tasks.
The mood was solemn, charged with purpose. It was an interesting thing that Asmodeus hadn't seen in his long life. Typically, after a battle, people would drown in pleasures or slump into depression. This time, they all moved with focus.
"It's amazing, what we can do with a little push."
Asmodeus gazed at the city from beside the monolith.
Sometimes, he would sit on the cliff's edge while gathering the surrounding mana and cultivating his strength. At this height, the air was pure and unpolluted, with an abundant essence that made his progress faster than usual.
However, the main reason was that it cleared his mind and let him watch the horizon and his future goal calmly.
