The following night it was a full moon; Gabriel was on his shift of the night watch. He looks over the giant wall that the soldiers built.
He admires the beauty of their work. It was made from thick heavy stones layered against each other in a criss-cross pattern to protect them, and hard mud had been slathered over it to hold it together. The wall seemed so tall that even when standing on top, you could hardly see what was beyond it. There were watchtowers every fifty steps with big solid oak doors; Gabriel felt secure knowing his fellow soldier sat inside, looking for suspicious activity or demons entering the grounds once more.
Despite the haste they'd been under, the wall was surprisingly well constructed. It would take years for the average human to build such a thing.
