Along the path they traversed, one could discern the faint glow of torches, firmly driven into the earth at various points across an expansive clearing that appeared to be some form of cultivated land. The torchlight cast a meager radiance, only able to pierce the enveloping shroud of night within a radius of two to three meters. This illumination remained hazy, barely managing to pierce through the ebony tapestry of the current nocturnal hour.
Sturdily planted and soaring one and a half meters above the ground, the torches stood as sentinels of light, each positioned independently of the others, as if they adhered to no discernible pattern or were perhaps intentionally placed in a random arrangement. Yet, it was through this arrangement that a discerning eye might detect the approach of something from specific vantage points, thoughtfully orchestrated for this purpose.
