The military encampment by the wall was on high alert because for the last three minutes, the sounds had not stopped.
Deep booms rolled through the night like thunder. Shockwaves trembled through the ground beneath their boots. The very air seemed to vibrate with the rhythm of distant battle.
The soldiers at the perimeter had abandoned their card games and idle chatter. Now, they stood tense behind their barricades, rifles ready, eyes fixed on the darkness beyond the wall.
"Sir, should we sound the alarm?" one of them asked, voice tight with fear.
The lieutenant hesitated. His gaze flicked toward the two Hunters stationed with them.
One of them — a man in his forties, broad-shouldered and sharp-eyed — stood with his arms crossed, watching the horizon. The other, a woman in a black combat coat, her long hair tied back in a braid, was listening intently to the distant rumble.
Both were A-Rank Hunters, assigned to the post as part of the city's defense rotation.
