The naked system of survival of the fittest compels every demon in Hidden Stream to cultivate diligently; behind every battle, new hatreds may be born, and in this vast mountain range larger than several Great States combined, stories of blood and fire unfold every day.
During this month, her focus on mastering Divine Skills was almost to the extent of 'hanging from a beam and piercing one's spine.' In the past days of westward travel, she was homeless, never having had such an opportunity to settle down, systematically and safely reviewing all she had learned, progressing a thousand miles a day.
