Became a Demon with Pregnancy System-Chapter 102: One Demon

These blood leech demons, though unsettling in appearance—oozing crimson bodies and needle-like fangs—were weaker than the one-eyed demon wolves the group had faced in previous drills.

Even a small squad of beginner mages, working in harmony, could subdue them.

Not far off, Elias Vaughn let out a dismissive groan. "Seriously, Luke, can’t you send something more challenging?

These pests are barely worth using a single proper spell on." As a high-level Sound mage, Elias could unleash devastating waves of sonic magic in the blink of an eye.

However, against such feeble creatures, he found no motivation to exert himself.

Once Hannah’s team dispatched the last set of demons, Luke calmly clenched his fingers in the air.

In an instant, the remaining leech demons suspended overhead burst apart, a spray of black-red blood spattering the rubble below.

A husky male student blinked in disbelief. "That’s insane. I heard rumors our tutor was some hotshot exchange from the Celestial Academy, but this...!"

He gestured to the rapidly dissolving demon remnants. "He basically turned them to dust with a single move."

Luke brushed off their awe. "Don’t compare my level of practice to yours," he said flatly. "It won’t do you any good in the long run."

"Tch." Elias rolled his eyes. "He sure knows how to sound high and mighty."

Yet he couldn’t fully conceal the note of reluctant admiration in his voice.

Standing quietly to the side, Hazel Ross gave a small, amused smile at their banter.

Soon, the group turned their attention to a slender stream trickling down from the nearby mountains.

The water followed a winding path toward Lion City—once a thriving place, now allegedly overrun by demons.

After the initial swarm of blood leech demons, they encountered only a handful of scattered creatures along the way, all quickly dealt with.

The students started relaxing, exchanging easy chatter. Despite the dire warnings from Dean Silas about the horrifying threats that lurked here, they had not yet faced any large-scale onslaught.

"Teacher, maybe Dean Silas got old intel," one of the students chimed in. "We’re hardly seeing any demons. If we submit an updated report, Lion City might be on the verge of being reclaimed!"

Their confidence swelled with each small victory, bolstered further by Luke’s presence. They marched forward with fewer glances over their shoulders, unaware that silence in a demon-infested region can be the most ominous sign of all.

Hazel, who had seen the devastation of Silvercrest City firsthand, glided over to Luke, her eyes clouded with concern. "Luke," she whispered, "this feels off.

Lion City was rumored to be crawling with demon hordes, and it’s close to Avalon Lake. We’ve barely encountered anything substantial.

This kind of lull doesn’t happen naturally."

Luke gave a short nod, letting his gaze sweep the overgrown ruins. Broken walls and crumbling facades of old buildings loomed in the distance, nearly strangled by vines. "I agree.

A city that’s been overtaken by a commander-level threat can’t be this quiet unless something’s happened to that commander—or unless something else is going on."

He turned to Elias. "Check for activity within the city," he ordered. "Your Sound magic can help us see what our eyes can’t."

Elias’s lips curved into a half-smile. "Got it. Let’s see what we’re dealing with."

He exhaled and raised one hand. Thread-like vibrations formed along his fingertips, then spiraled outward in concentric waves, slipping into the city’s broken streets.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Knock knock.

Elias’s brow furrowed, confusion darkening his expression. He glanced back at Luke. "There’s...only one source. Just a single heartbeat."

"What?" Hannah Simmons asked, startled. "Just one demon? Weren’t we told the entire city was swarming with them?"

Luke’s own skepticism deepened. "That’s definitely not what Dean Silas led us to believe. But if you’re certain—"

Elias nodded, looking troubled. "I don’t sense any other demon presence. It’s just one."

Before the students could break into worried chatter, Luke took charge. "Perola, Laura Adams," he said, turning to the two mentors who had joined them from Arcadia. "Stay with the rest of the students. I’ll go check it out. Elias, Hazel—come with me."

Perola’s face flickered with disbelief. "Why are you taking them instead of me? Hazel Ross is valuable to the academy. If something happens—"

"My reasons are simple," Luke cut in. "Elias’s Sound spells will detect hidden threats quickly, and Hazel’s Spirit magic can help if we run into mind-affecting demons."

He paused. "Stay here and ensure the students remain safe."

Without waiting for further protests, Luke pressed into the city’s entrance, Elias and Hazel in tow.

Crumbling pavement stretched before them, vines snaking over what used to be roads.

Towers with shattered windows leaned precariously, supporting creepers that dangled like curtains.

Watching them depart, Perola kicked at a loose stone. "This is ridiculous. That guy is so arrogant!" she seethed, glaring after Luke’s back.

Laura Adams offered a more measured approach. "He’s proved he’s capable. If anything does happen, I trust he can protect Hazel Ross—and Elias Vaughn, for that matter."

The remaining students hovered, uncertain.

A few exchanged anxious glances, gripping their wands and magical tools a bit tighter. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

Hannah Simmons stood apart, a faint, peculiar smile crossing her face as she stared at the deserted path Luke had taken.

Meanwhile, Luke and his two companions ventured deeper among the ruins. Rusted streetlamps bent at unnatural angles.

Dull signs for shops that no longer existed peeked out from beneath the foliage.

Occasionally, small scuttling noises echoed behind collapsed walls, but no sign of actual demon packs emerged.

Elias broke the silence, "So, if there’s only one demon here, it must be either unbelievably strong or—" He paused, uncertain how to finish his thought.

"Let’s hope it’s the latter," Luke said dryly. "But stay alert."

Hazel tensed beside him, her senses stretched thin. She knew from bitter experience that the quiet before a storm was often the most unsettling.

They approached a broad intersection once paved with intricate tilework now fractured by roots bursting from below.