Atlas's camp was secluded enough from the other guards or merchants that the Voidstalkers could sneak up and warn him about the monsters surrounding them. The little creatures couldn't describe them in detail but mentioned that they were very strong.
"I have the two Umber-Hulks and Rock Wyrms under me," he pondered, "Maybe I need to summon more monsters?"
He checked his mana and noted it was replenishing itself, allowing him to summon additional help if necessary. Atlas settled down, poking the fire as he ate meat buns, his gaze scanning the thick woods surrounding him.
The clearing was dense with trees and underbrush, cutting off sightlines in every direction. Humanoid figures crept through the darkness. Atlas observed them forming a circle around their campsite.
