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, and others became fixated on their tasks. The mood was solemn but also full of purpose. It was an interesting thing that Asmodeus hadn't seen in his long life.
Normally, after a battle, people would drown themselves in pleasures, or the mood would be depressing and sad, but this was something different, like all of them had become focused.
"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 edge of the cliff 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 normal.
