The moonlight illuminated the sky.
The sharp call of the blackbird echoed repeatedly in the swaying campfire, yet this piercing sound did not elicit any reaction from the entire camp.
Sentries on the wooden walls whispered to each other, regretting not bringing bows as they watched a passing deer.
The gendarmes and sentries, wearing leather boots, patrolled in groups of four, carrying axes and spears, though they deliberately lightened their steps.
The slumbering camp was so quiet, and even the occasional groans of wounded soldiers did not disrupt the tranquility of the moonlight.
The soldiers were too tired. After continuous combat for several days and today's extremely tense battle, everyone was utterly exhausted.
After forcing themselves to eat dinner, they could no longer hold on and took up their blankets, crawling into the narrow tents.
However, although Horn was also extremely weary, he found he had no time for sleep yet.
