A kunai flashed in the night and a torch was suddenly snuffed out. It whistled by without a sound, cutting the torch down and sending it falling over the side of the wall.
The guard had just reached the furthest point from this particular torch and didn't notice anything immediately. All things considered, the torch was very light as well, so it didn't make much noise when it hit the ground on the inside of the village either.
Sylas continued to move. With one part of the wall covered in shadows, the next steps were even easier.
He rushed forward and pressed his back against the village walls. From this vantage point, even if a pig demon was right above him, it would be hard to see him unless they peeked all the way over.
Taking advantage of this, and using his visualization to perfect his timing, he knocked one torch over the wall after another.
"Hey! What the hell happened to the torches!"
