The three moons hung in the sky, bleeding their silvery glow over the mountains and on the valley between them where the entire legion of darklings could be seen running ferociously towards a particular location. With their numbers and disorderliness, they toppled over one another; some were even critically wounded by their fellow darklings.
Their furious cries and footsteps echoed across the area, sending birds fleeing and small animals scurrying to their hiding spots.
Meanwhile, Marlon, the cause of the chaos, had arrived at his destination, which was beside Lunar, who clung tightly onto the treasure she had found.
Marlon hid beside her and turned to observe the approaching legion while heaving long breaths to steady himself. He noted the distance between them — they would not be able to cover it in a minute. That was all the time he needed to prepare for the worst.
He turned to Lunar.
