The night was on its time to bring the monsters to rise. Their hunt came and a single soul was left traveling in the forest.
Howls of demon wolves felt nasty, especially in the heart and the skin. Hairs went up as Lumiel heard them. His heart was still not getting used to the fright they were making him feel.
Leaves crackle with every step. The wind howled and the temperature started to fall. The slumbering beast went shrieking as they started to wake up their comrades.
The dark fog started to blur his vision and the crimson clouds above descended after the temperature changed.
The night has come and the sun has already gone for many years. Making the light dim out as darkness has taken over. Following the diverse geographical arrangements of roots on his paths, he felt that they were there for hundreds of years.
