"Hey, did they catch that thing last night?"
The next day at noon, at the Ninth Mountain Military Camp, it was meal time, bustling with people.
A soldier sat down with a plate and bowl, approached a familiar comrade, and quietly inquired. The person had patrolled the night before.
Last night, a demon infiltrated the Ninth Mountain Camp. This news wasn't deliberately sealed, so many inside the camp heard about it, but it didn't cause much commotion.
After all, the Mountain-cutting Army's job is to handle such situations. Besides, there's a General on the Ninth Mountain who's slain countless demons. Just a few days ago, the corpses of those demons were still being delivered up the mountain. That sight was so overwhelming that most of the new recruits hadn't fully processed it yet, so they naturally weren't too afraid of that unseen demon.
