The Adventurers' camp was a pocket of defiant order in the chaotic dungeon. A small, magical ward-stone pulsed softly, keeping the ambient mana at bay and deterring lesser creatures.
A contained fire crackled, casting dancing shadows. Three of the four Adventurers slept in bedrolls, while the fourth, Egan the cautious one kept watch, his eyes scanning the darkness beyond the ward's light.
They never sensed the predators already within the light.
Adam's Deep Camouflage, amplified by his Abyssal Seraph nature, didn't just hide, it consumed the light around them. They were voids within the shadow. At his signal, they struck.
Alice was first. She Void Stepped from the shadow at Egan's feet. Her form materialized, and a Void Bolt took the watchman square in the chest before he could even gasp. The silent attack punched through his armor, and he crumpled, the ward-stone flickering out.
