Amon put on light armor. Metal plates on his shoulders and arms, and a breastplate over his chest.
Then Amon came out of the tent silently. He bent toward the sleeping guard. Amon took his palm and held it in front of his face, just inches away from his skin. Amon's palm was covered with his dark shadow.
In his other hand, he held a dagger. Its blade was above the demon's neck. Amon took a deep breath. 'Let's do this.'
He covered the demon's mouth with his palm. The shadow on his hand instantly slid from his palm to cover the demon's face, concealing his sound.
The demon awoke. He tried to move, but at the same time, Amon cut his neck. The demon trembled and shook his body a few times and died within a minute.
Seeing this, Amon took back his shadow beneath his feet. He glanced at the campfire far away.
