Amon slid out from under the sheets without a sound, the wooden floor creaking faintly beneath his weight.
Thankfully, Syl didn't wake up.
Despite having told him that she had trained herself to stay up for three days, it was more than obvious that she needed rest.
Standing guard for three days was one thing.
Fighting a Corrupted Draconic Spawn, being knocked out and captured, escaping by running through the forest while handcuffed, being injured by a Golem, and fighting two Demons, all these things in quick succession, were another thing.
Plus, the mental strain could not be underestimated. Leaving the tribe she had been born into and for which she had tried so hard, aligning herself with Akane, whom she had thrown to the wolves earlier, and with Demons that were after her life just hours ago… It wouldn't have surprised Amon if Syl had stayed asleep for three days.
'Alright,'
When Amon opened the door,
