"...Remillia, wake up, it's your turn."
I jolted awake at Ezekiel's voice from outside the tent, groggy but alert. I glanced at the time—12 AM on the dot. I stretched out the stiffness and stepped outside. "You can hit the sack now."
"It's too quiet out there, no students or monsters spotted," Ezekiel yawned, his voice heavy with fatigue.
I nodded as he trudged back to his tent, clearly wiped out. "Good night," I whispered softly.
Once he was tucked away, I moved fast, gearing up—daggers secured to my thighs and waist. I turned to Macaron, who'd been perched quietly watching. "Ready?" I asked in a hushed tone.
"Yup," Macaron chirped, fluttering his wings slightly.
With a final glance around the camp, I slipped into the shadows, moving silently through the dense forest. Macaron stood guard outside the cave, his eyes sharp.
