24 hours later.
In the deforested area of the Ager's Forest, Eamon was sleeping soundly on his bed. He had a long day yesterday, doing his research about the portals that the Demon King Forces used for reinforcement. The mattress he was laying on added a comfort he rarely experienced, lulling him into a deep, peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, a loud sound shattered the tranquility of the morning. It was a deep, roaring noise that seemed to shake the very ground beneath him. Eamon jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest. He rose to his feet quickly, his mind racing with questions. What was that sound? Was the camp under attack?
Throwing on his clothes, he rushed to the door and flung it open. As he stepped outside, he was greeted by an extraordinary sight. In the sky above, a massive, metallic beast was descending. It was like nothing Eamon had ever seen before.
