It was nearly midnight time, and Azaroth heard multiple howls from different directions. His subordinates were meditating as they focused on recovering from their injuries.
They were jolted awake by those terrifying howls. They stood up and rushed out of their tents, respectively.
When they were outside their tents, they saw Azaroth standing ahead of them with moonlight illuminating his figure. There was a scheming smile on his face that suggested that everything was going according to the plan.
"Do we need to fight, master?" Iris suddenly asked Azaroth. She was voicing the questions in the hearts of all her comrades.
Azaroth turned towards her and spoke slowly, "Return to your tents and focus on recovering. Your strength will be required tomorrow."
Nearly all of Azaroth's subordinates took a deep breath in relief. They also didn't want to rush to their deaths.
