Tenebrous Wolf

The Grand Mall loomed like a glittering monument to consumerism. Its superior air conditioning, a combination of installed units and standing ACs, was a welcome relief compared to the stifling, overcrowded train carriage. By means unknown to the public, the Sanctuary seemed to be powered by a source of limitless energy as there had never been a single recorded blackout.

Without a shadow of a doubt, the Imperial City stood at the pinnacle of humanity's technological and developmental achievements.

To Briar, who had come from a far less advanced world, the Imperial City was nothing short of an artificial heaven. The scenery was a drastic change—overwhelming in its grandeur. Even though it had been a few weeks since her accidental summoning, she still hadn't fully adapted to this foreign world.

Who would have thought that humanity had surpassed the demon race to such an extent?

Briar thought grimly. Even she couldn't deny that the human world was a hundred times more advanced than the demon realm. The realization left her feeling strangely embarrassed, as if her homeland was little more than a primitive backwater.

Demons prided themselves on being the superior species, but who were the ones that had been defeated and sealed away? Who were the ones so lacking in technology and development that their world seemed pitiful in comparison?

But that had nothing to do with her. From the very start, she had hated the demon race for her own reasons.

Just like humans, not all demons were united, and that division had only ever led to tragedy and misfortune.

Briar was one such victim of that tragedy. Inadvertently, memories of her time in the dream realm surfaced and darkened her mood.

"...."

"Hey, is something wrong? You're unusually quiet."