Three days passed quietly.
Too quietly.
Amon continued to move with Harvey's group, venturing into different sections of the Black Forest each day.
He had gotten pretty close with these people. Lucien was cheerful and too friendly, similar to Amon. Mira and Kaelra were like good elder sisters, while Harvey and Derrick were like mentors or rather, teachers.
For the past three days, they scouted, patrolled, hunted small monsters, and returned to camp without incident. It was fun.
No strange disturbances. No demonic traces. No shadowy creatures in the daytime like the ones Amon and the others saw at night.
'Everything was… normal. Almost unsettlingly so. Today was no different.'
The gray sky loomed overhead as the group moved through the forest, their boots crunching softly against dark soil and fallen black leaves.
The twisted trees stood tall and silent, their bark absorbing what little light there was. The air was cold, heavy with that familiar ominous pressure.
