The silence of the night was not disturbed as Ossa and the omega continued to swiftly dispatch the warriors.
Hours had passed, not too much for the sun to rise, but it was close as Gaia's constellations and the rest of the constellations were close to the horizon.
"We have gotten rid of the ones outside," Ossa said to the omega, proud of his work.
The job seemed to be going on smoothly as they had killed about twenty men when the camp had seventy men—a huge milestone crossed.
"I would like for us to continue, yet I feel uneasy," Ossa thought, his instincts telling him that something was wrong.
No matter how incompetent these warriors were, they should have been able to at least notice how quiet the night was.
Yet, no one had even gone out of their tent to check why or even gone out to pee.
