Chapter 242: Advance Or Die

The fire crackled softly, its light pushing back the deep darkness of the forest. Shadows danced across the trees as the warm glow flickered against the slumbering figures of the youth wrapped in their sleeping bags. Their breaths were steady, almost noiseless, blending with the distant cries of nocturnal creatures lurking at the forest's edge.

Underneath a gnarled tree, just beyond the light's reach, a young man sat in the darkness, an old, worn-out book resting in his hands. His sharp eyes occasionally drifted toward his sleeping companions. He was the night's watchman, keeping guard while the others rested.

Damon sighed. He would have preferred to put out the fire after cooking, but the night was cold, and his companions—being nobility—were unused to braving the elements. Letting them suffer would only lead to complaints and lowered morale.