Night fell.
Slowly.
Heavy.
Strange.
Aethor remained awake.
Sitting.
Watching.
Waiting.
Something was wrong.
Not in the camp.
Not in the men.
But in the… pattern.
"Did you feel it too?" Ryusuke asked.
"Yes."
"What?"
Silence.
"Lack of movement."
Ryusuke frowned.
"That doesn't make sense."
"Exactly."
The camp should have been on alert.
But it was too quiet.
Too controlled.
As if…
someone was waiting.
Aethor stood up.
He walked slowly.
Observing every detail.
Every shadow.
Every sound.
Then he saw.
A man.
Simple. Common.
And he ignored it.
That was the mistake.