It was a dark night. All the tents had already been built. Lanterns hung at the entrance of each tent, brightening the surroundings. Some soldiers were asleep while others were guarding the area. But sleep did not come easily.
"AHHHH!"
"AHHHH!"
The reason was simple… those dark, shadowy figures screamed from time to time, watching from the same spots, unmoving and creepy.
When Galahad had seen them for the first time, he did something most people would avoid. He attacked them. Not a normal attack, but one strong enough to kill dozens of Amons in a single slash.
The result?
Nothing.
The slash passed straight through them, as if it had no impact at all. They tried magic and other methods as well, but it was useless.
For now, most were resting in their tents, while a few soldiers stood watch.
There was one difference here… the number of those dark beings was far less compared to how many surrounded Amon each night.
The reason?
No one knew.
