Охрана, назначенная на самый важный пост на краю лагеря, охранялась от любых проникнов. Груз ответственности давит на них, ведь это Ночь Курукшетры, и враги таятся повсюду. Внезапно фигура, лишь мельчайшая тень, появляется в их периферийном поле зрения, двигаясь с неестественной скоростью. Они поднимают копьё, сердце бешено колотится, готовые встретить надвигающуюся тьму.

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves brushing against stone, was the only reply. Nocturne did not run. Instead, the masked figure melted deeper into the shadow of a gargantuan Banyan tree, their form blurring into the ancient, gnarled trunk. The guard squinted, his eyes straining, but saw nothing. Just as he took another tentative step, a tiny, almost imperceptible 'click' sound emanated from directly behind him—too small to be a threat, yet perfectly placed to draw his attention. His head snapped around, spear swinging wildly at the empty air behind him, leaving his front exposed. In that fleeting instant, Nocturne was no longer against the Banyan tree. A faint, almost silent 'shhhk' sound, like air being cut by silk, was the only indication of the masked figure's lightning-fast ascent. By the time the guard turned back, Nocturne was already a dark silhouette against the moon, perched silently on a high, impossibly thin branch, observing the camp below like a silent bird of prey. The guard, bewildered, only saw the leaves of the Banyan tree swaying faintly, as if stirred by a phantom breeze.*

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