The sharp, ear-piercing sound of a horn exploded in the night sky of Velen by the sea.
The alarm sounds in any violent place in this world are always set to be the most explosive, the most piercing.
Generally speaking, the shrillness of this alarm is meant to create a sensation for the listener——"You damn well better do something, or you'll die right here on the spot!"
After all, everyone is doing a job with their lives hanging by a thread, even if you're the most unscrupulous criminal, you'd still have this awareness, right?
This camp's horn was like that.
The crescent-shaped camp immediately became noisy, with cursing and shoving sounds emerging constantly.
Within five minutes, the tents housing armed personnel lit up one after the other.
It took five minutes just to wake people up; Lann thought even his pre-school military drill emergency assemblies were more efficient than this group.
