"Early in the morning, and there's no peace."
A Night Watcher Assassin pulled his short sword from the rat's neck.
He flung the rat's corpse from his hand, tossing it onto the nearby pile of bodies, waiting for it to turn into ash.
Next to it was the United Army's camp, where they were the changing shift of the patrol team. The night was truly the time when these rats were most active. Teams of various sizes had been trying to sneak in from different directions since dawn.
They even dug a tunnel underground, with a collapsed trace extending all the way to the third defensive line ahead.
As morning approached, the rats' harassment finally quieted down.
Fortunately, with the Night Watchers stationed here, just a few tight patrols were enough to ensure the safety around the camp.
And with the Night Watchers' blessing ability, lacking rest for a night wouldn't affect their performance the next day.
"Whoosh!"
A piercing sound slashed through the air.
