The night went smooth, or well, as smooth as a night in this place could go. The moon cast an eerie glow over the field, turning the withered petals silver against the darkness. The brittle stems swayed in the midnight breeze, creating whispers that seemed to carry warnings across the desolate landscape.
They only ran into two nightreavers during their trek through the darkness. Aziel took down one swiftly and fast, his spear flashing in the darkness as he dispatched the creature with practiced efficiency. Blood as dark as ink splattered across the withered petals, adding new stains to the already blighted field.
For the second nightreaver, however, Aziel stepped back and gestured toward Arthur with a nod. "This one's yours," he said, his voice low and firm. But then came the condition that made Arthur's blood run cold. "You're only allowed to attack the beast with a downward slash."
