Roland continued fighting with greater vigor after killing that poor girl.
He slaughtered every demon he came across with a ferocity that even worried his teammates.
The hero single-handedly killed at least half of the enemy force—no demon escaped him.
His mana blades kept digging into their bodies long after their deaths.
The boy was slightly broken.
Emotionally, he was on the verge of collapse—especially since the feeding den wasn't even the worst part of the fortress.
Thousands of humans were barely clinging to life, starving, lashed, and toyed with.
In those few short hours, Roland had seen more horror than in all his life combined.
After ensuring no demon still drew breath, he ordered an evacuation.
Then, he used a newly gained skill—a fusion of fire and stone he had developed with the help of the spirits, who were just as disgusted as he was.
Not just by the treatment of humans—but by the entire situation.
