บท 381: Turmoil

That night, when Rosalind fell asleep, she was quickly pulled into a new dream:

"The higher-ranking demons possess the ability to assume human form," a man explained. "Their shape-shifting abilities make it exceedingly difficult for us to eliminate them," the man with fiery red hair spoke. His gaze shifted to the map spread out on the table, his finger pointing emphatically at a specific location marked with bold letters: Forest. "If it weren't for this formidable barrier, the demons would have already decimated humanity."

Silence fell upon the people surrounding him, their faces etched with defeat as their eyes remained fixed on the map.

"We must find a means to distinguish between humans and demons," another voice broke the silence, determined and resolute. "Allowing this to persist is simply not an option."