Atlas was eating the Griffon meat while gazing into the night sky, lit by the stars shining down. He quickly noticed that the surrounding landscape was pure darkness, and the camp was lit up.
It reminded him of a beacon in a dark world, 'We are ringing the dinner bell for the night monsters.'
He shook his head before finishing the food as an eerie howl rang out, scaring some guards behind him. Atlas glanced in their direction only to spot the merchants had circled their carriages as a last line of defense.
'Rich people are all the same regardless. What happens if all their soldiers fall to the monsters?'
Tents littered the hilltop with guards and adventurers going about their business. While looking around, he could sense the Runes working their magic and keeping the creatures of the night from entering the camp.
