No Time to Rest

The group spent the next hour studying the surrounding area, searching for any clues as to how so many people had ended up here.

None of the corpses showed signs of decay. The blood pooled beneath them was still wet, the scent of iron clinging to the air.

They had all died recently—on the same day, perhaps even within the same few hours. The man who had warned them must've passed mere moments before their arrival.

But why? 

Where had they come from? And more importantly—why was such a large group of people travelling together in the Demon Realm?

Questions spiralled through Vale's mind, each more senseless than the last. None of it aligned with what he had learned about the Demon Realm. Most spent every second alone, fighting relentlessly for survival, to think such a high number of people had found each other?

Then an idea struck him like a hammer.

If a group that large had travelled together, they must've left a trail behind.