Just as the camp finished its preparations, Simon felt a subtle shift in the air. His eyes narrowed. A chill slithered down his spine—a feeling that was all too familiar. Something was coming.
'Tch, this is too soon. I can't let them come too close to the camp'.
"Ring the Bell" Simon hurriedly gave the command.
The men scrambled to obey. They hurriedly got into formation and watched on nervously. The forest remained silent with only the occasional breeze rustling the trees.
But Simon could feel it as clearly as the blade at his side. There was no mistaking the presence—an enemy was near. Not just any enemy. Something far more dangerous.
"W-what is it? I don't see anything"…
"There is no one here?" the mercenaries and soldiers scrambled to grab a hold of themselves. Their inexperience was starting to surface.
