Just after lying down for a short time, a strong sense of uncertainty and spiritual shock pierced Mr. Laine's nerves. The Genetic Primarch frowned in pain, struggling to get up and covering his head with his hand.
"What's wrong, Master?" The outside camp was silent, with only the sound of flames burning and the voices of the Night Watch Knight and the soldiers. Ollica was awakened by Mr. Laine's movement, as the sleep of a dark elf had always been light.
"It's nothing, you continue to sleep. I can't sleep, so I'm going out to take a look." Laine pressed Ollica's shoulder and said gently.
The dark elf found it a bit strange, but knowing she couldn't do anything, she could only nod and agree, continuing to sleep.
Laine got dressed and walked out of the tent, alarming the knights who were keeping watch: "Mr. Laine? Is there something the matter?"
