The leaves rustled as if something was speeding through the night.
The sentinel stood up alertly, the valley under the moonlight was extremely silent, with only the puddles reflecting a silvery light.
Just as he was about to sit down, a dark cloud drifted by, obscuring the moonlight.
Like stars lighting up one by one in the night sky, hundreds of tiny glowing dots appeared among the shrubs.
That was a common feature among the Blessed; when excited or meditating, their eyes would emit a faint white glow.
It wasn't noticeable in daylight or under normal lighting conditions, but in complete darkness, it was glaringly obvious.
Swarms of glowing dots rippled like water waves; before the sentinel could see clearly, he heard a sharp whistling through the air.
A piece of lead precisely penetrated his skull, creating a bloody hole in his forehead.
