The moon, round and pale, cut across the black sky where no stars dared to shine. Its silvery light, cold and penetrating, bathed the landscape, lengthening the shadows of the trees.
A harsh breeze, laden with the damp moss of the night, crept through the undergrowth, making the stems rustle.
Crickets scraped their legs frantically. Owls hooted from the highest branches, and something, perhaps a wild boar or some smaller animal, scratched among the bushes.
Entonces, gruñidos apagados resonaron a su alrededor.
Dorian, who was about to deliver the final blow to Adam, paused and frowned as he heard the sounds getting closer.
Adam sighed with relief.
One more second and he would have been dead.
He quickly took several steps back as he retreated into the forest.
"Retreat!"
The knights of the Hall family did not hesitate for a moment. They all moved immediately to follow their young master. They had accomplished their goal.
