Amon had ended up sleeping inside the main hall of the temple.
After walking the entire night without rest, his body had finally reached its limit. He lay down near one of the broken pillars, his back against the cold stone floor, his sword placed close to his hand.
The torch had long since burned out, but faint light filtered in through the cracks in the ruined ceiling.
Despite the ominous atmosphere, exhaustion dragged him into sleep.
Time passed quietly.
After a while, Amon stirred.
"…Mm…"
He shifted slightly, his brows knitting together. His eyes slowly opened, still heavy with sleep. For a moment, he forgot where he was.
Then the cold stone beneath him registered.
His eyes widened.
Amon sat up abruptly, his heart skipping a beat. He rubbed his eyes hard with both hands and looked around the hall again.
The same broken pillars. The dark stone walls. The ancient silence. It was creepy, yet peaceful.
"I really fell asleep here…" he muttered.
