Preview: The two moved together slowly as they tried converging their energy as much as possible.

The bushes rustled as they moved towards the mound.

Simnan took the lead and assisted his exhausted sister. As they reached the mound, he immediately took out the last mana potion and gave it to his sister.

“This is the last..”

Wincing in pain, he stared at the last glass bottle containing blue liquid. It was the mana potion concocted by their clan, Pretvgan.

“I’m sorry..”

Fairheth said as she lowered her head. She felt like a complete burden to her brother these days. With her magic being ineffective due to the crippled recovery, the two were in a desperate situation.

“Don’t be. It was by our will to come here and follow the elder’s orders.”

For the sake of the clan…

He couldn’t help but think back to the beautiful forest. The kind elves and generous elders. It was about to be destroyed due to the demonic beast’s greed.

Please wait just a bit longer..

He couldn’t stay here forever. They had to find a demon who is intelligent and strong enough to save their clan. But is that even possible? Most Low-Rank demons are innately aggressive and wouldn’t listen to their words. Even those who already knew how to gather in groups haven’t changed much.

“Kuh.. “ His wounds that had been acquired from the demons were continuously bleeding and draining his health. He watched the blood emerge from the open wound as he changed the dressing.

He did it quickly in order to not attract the demons but little did he know, there were many nearby.

. . .

Sunirae and her group had changed their position from the beginning as they got closer.

Due to the active movements of the demons from Blackstone City, they needed to move regularly in order to avoid detection.

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Just as Yhaele and Pendra were still trying to adapt to the environment and awaken their magic circuits, the three of them suddenly turned in one direction.

“Blood?”

They could sense it. As demons, they had heightened senses and keen noses. It was especially so for things like bloodlust, vitality, danger and so on.

And just now, they felt a different type of vitality radiate from one direction. The vitality was different from the demon's. They couldn’t explain or understand what it was.

They were curious so they decided to check it out. Based on the amount of vitality, the owner of the blood seemed to be weak. Thus, they weren’t too worried about it.

. . .

Fairheth was huddling in the small space with her brother when her mana web detected some presence of demons.

“This..!”

She was nervous. It wasn’t easy for them to lose their trails. And now, they’re back on the pursuit again?

“What’s wrong?”

Simnan became anxious as well as he watched his sister’s worried expression. They immediately sat up from their position as they stared into the distance. But no matter where they looked, only darkness greeted their sight.

“Shit..!”

Simnan, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but curse. This damn environment was too limiting for them. First, it greatly restricted his ability as an archer. Then it prevented mana recovery to his sister, despite his sister being a Third Node magician.

The bushes rustled as something appeared in front of them. It was a… a sunflower?

They stared blankly due to the fact of them never meeting one. A sunflower demon. There was one such existence among demons?

Elves were beings that had a special affinity to flora and fauna. Therefore, when they saw the sunflower, they couldn’t help but be stunned and almost got close to communicating with it. They had the innate ability to communicate with plants and it was the secret of their long history in the Gem Forest.

They sadly realized their foolish mistakes as they didn’t take any defensive countermeasures as they just stared forward like fools.

In particular, Fairheth, Simnan’s sister, had hearts glowing in her eyes.

“Kyaaa!”

She rushed towards the sunflower in an attempt to hug it as she found it too adorable. Although her sister was mature most of the time, she had a weakness towards cute things.

Coincidentally, the sunflower just happened to be on the list of cute things.

“No! Retreat! It's a demon!”

He shouted desperately as Fairheth paused. She seemed to realize the gravity of the situation and smiled sheepishly towards her brother.

“Demon…?”

. . .

Yhaele stared blankly at the duo as the beauty of two elves enchanted him. It was his first time encountering them. He had lived in a human world in his past life and this was the first time encountering such beautiful beings.

Beautiful…

Wait, are they demons?

Yhaele stared at them and realized something. They didn’t have the demonic aura that most demons would have!

In particular, the girl seemed to have something wrapped around her. He couldn’t explain it but he could feel it.

Magic..?

That’s right! It was the Magic Cloak that elves and other beings who don’t believe in God use. It was a completely separate system of magic outside the confines of system and statuses.

Due to its uniqueness, it was hard to practice and it was still incomplete at the moment. The founder of the system had suddenly disappeared hundreds of years ago and now, the people who took over it are trying their best to complete it.

The elves are particularly active in this. With their innate and natural affinity towards mana and nature, they had great advantage in this system and created a sub-system.

It was through utilizing their advantage in their affinities and asserted a complete dominance in the unorthodox element, plant and life element.

. . .

“What.. What are you?”

Sunirae was surprised and curious as she asked the creatures in front. She wondered what type of demons they were and how they’d taste.