Hwarang stared at her sleeping face for a long moment as she laid beside him, before sprouting up on his feet.
He put on his clothes and dashed out of the room. He proceeded to keep night watch, keeping heed to danger as any unanticipated event could transpire at any moment.
He strode through the hallway toward the main hall of the temple, as it had only one entrance and exit, leaving no room for unexpected attacks if he kept watch throughout the night.
The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp moss, mingling with the faint aroma of incense that wafted from within the temple's depths.
Hwarang's keen senses picked up the distant sounds of rustling leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl, while the low growl of a hidden stream provided a subtle undertone to the symphony of the night.
