Approximately six hours later, a cloaked figure moved with silent haste through the pre-dawn gloom, the outlines of Oakhaven's territory finally coming into view. It was none other than Amaniel who was returning from his secret visit to the Eclipse Keep.
'Hoof...'
Just a little farther, and he would be within the town's walls. He could perhaps manage a quick, two-hour nap before the sun rose.
'Hmm?'
But as Aman drew closer, a strange sensation enveloped him. It was a subtle pressure, a faint dissonance in the air that made the fine hairs on his arms stand up. He frowned, his pace slowing to a stop as he scanned the surroundings, his senses stretched to their limit.
'...'
He saw nothing... No movement, no foreign aura, no trace of a living presence. Yet the feeling persisted, growing stronger with every step he took toward the town. It was a deep, invasive chill that had nothing to do with the morning air.
'What's this? I... feel cold?'
