Shedding his coat, the vampire lay down in a solitary tent to rest. They still awaited orders to continue marching.
Sentinels widened their crimson eyes, vigilantly scanning the valley slopes.
During this pursuit, vampires should have been more alert by day, but the consecutive forced marches had left many soldiers somewhat dazed.
"Stay alert! The Holy Alliance might launch a night raid!" barked a sentinel leader, though fatigue tinged his voice.
No one responded to him.
The vampire soldiers held a silent grudge, feeling the sentinel leader was making a fuss, yet still brooding over the abandoned spoils.
After all, the Holy Alliance Army was not likely to arrive, especially with the rear guard on an inverse schedule to stand watch, why fret so?
Time slowly crept towards the 8 or 9 AM sun, and just as the sentinel leader's vision started to blur, he faintly heard the sound of a bugle.
Then another sounded, increasingly urgent.
