Night had fallen, and the workers had finally stopped their efforts in building the fence.
It was nearly complete, and they intended to finish it the following day.
The darkness settled around them as they gathered in small groups, their faces marked with exhaustion but also a sense of satisfaction.
They had accomplished much today, with the fence now standing over halfway finished. They were resolved to complete it tomorrow.
They sat together, sharing a simple meal.
Meanwhile, at a different location, a group of ten individuals stood hidden among the dark trees, their voices low as they conversed.
Their eyes were fixed on the settlement led by Talon, which was barely visible through the thick foliage.
They were planning something, their intentions far from benign.
"Edward, when are we going to strike?" one of them asked.
Edward, the leader of this group, was a man who had never trusted Talon's abilities.
