After a bland meal that gradually annoyed him, Adam washed up in the river, appreciating the refreshing cold water before the first stars appeared above his head.
Anticipation bubbling in his heart and a broad grin stretching his lips, he fastened his robes, attached his short sword, and took determined steps to the territory's ethereal walls.
There, he saw his subjects' tall frames cast long shadows under the bright moon. Their equipment and eyes raring to go sparkled a vivid demonic green in the darkness.
They bowed their heads at him as he passed them by and stood at the forefront.
"Today's approach will differ slightly. Kill the sentinels from afar. Impale them with wooden spears or demonic energy. Only the result matters! If we succeed, we'll infiltrate the camp, slaughter the sleeping bandits and gang up on the leader."
He raised his fist as his voice echoed his epic feelings.