An overly nervous bandit on watch mistook a passing Night Owl for a Pegasus Knight and screamed at the top of his lungs, "They're here! They're here!"
Instantly, the entire camp erupted into chaos.
Countless men were jolted from their sleep or sprang up from a light doze, frantically grabbing their weapons and looking around in panic.
"Where? Where are they?"
"Quick! Prepare for battle!"
Carl and his chieftains also rushed out, nervously scanning the sky.
However, there was nothing in the night sky but a few sparse Stars and the occasional passing cloud.
"What are you screaming about! It's just a bird!"
A sharp-eyed chieftain who had spotted the startled Night Owl cursed irritably.
The bandit who raised the false alarm was kicked hard, and he cowered on the ground without daring to make a sound.
After the false alarm, the atmosphere in the camp grew even more oppressive and tense.
This state of constant paranoia was severely draining the bandits' energy and morale.
