Three thick logs formed a simple campfire, the flames weakly crackling and popping.
The air was filled with a mix of fragrant and foul smells.
After lighting the campfire, Amari didn't linger and continued moving towards the mist.
"Fire?"
The Abyssal demon creature following Amari didn't rush forward.
His name was [Ice Spike], from the Fifth Abyss.
Just a few days ago, Ice Spike was merely a six-tier Lord, living carefree in the Fifth Abyss.
His usual tasks involved bullying lower-tier demon creatures, getting bullied by higher-tier ones, occasionally checking out the human defense lines, slacking off in some corner, and then heading back to his lair to continue exploiting the lower-tier demons.
Wasn't this life as good as that of a demon god?
Ice Spike would never forget the day his boss called him over, excitedly telling him about a big job.
Ice Spike was deeply moved and then wanted to refuse.