The night was unnaturally quiet, far quieter than a forest teeming with mindless beasts bent on devouring human flesh had any right to be. There were no roars, no howls, not even the hoot of an owl. The only sounds were the whisper of the wind through the leaves and the steady crackle of the bonfire.
The watchman’s duty was simple: watch for things that wanted to kill them and keep the bonfire roaring. Alex glanced at his status, his stamina
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