Soldiers patrolled around the check posts.A small wall was crafted with a raised platform where archers were placed.
In the middle,Riley looked at the preparation.It was already late night and he asked soldiers to have a brief rest however there were still many who were wide awake.
While many were asleep,some were still alerted and guarded the place.
Amidst,at one of the tent,a sharp sound echoed along with splinters lit up the space for a brief solitude.
Schiing!Schinng!Schiing.
The sound of steel scraped through the cold night. Sparks spat out as Gare dragged the dagger along the edge of his sword.
His remaining eye stared at it like a hawk.
Each stroke was measured as the blade rubbed against the blade creating sparks due to friction.
He breathed slowly, sharpening not just the blade but his own focus.
"Gare."
The voice broke the silence. Gare stopped and turned around.
