The moon in the sky above the island had already moved. It was two o'clock in the morning.
"Hiss?"
A Hypertoxic Chameleon resting on a moist mossy boulder suddenly raised its head as if it had heard something.
Its eyes still under its camouflage moved. The chameleon, which used infrared light to see, could still see things within 10 meters of it, even in this darkness.
"Puff!"
However, just as it raised its head, the golden afterimage of a sword had slashed through it. Its body, along with the rock it sat on, were both easily and silently sliced in half.
