At the Psychron Clan, excitement stirred as night clocked its peak. At the Astro encampment, inside the Astro Lord's tent, Hildred lay on his grey wool bed, deep in sleep, when Centric burst in. Hildred reacted instantly, rising to sit upright, his eyes wide and heavy with sleep. Before his mind could fully settle in, "Sir, they are approaching." Centric's voice struck his eardrums like a warning bell.
"Hum." Hildred's eyes widened further, still struggling to adjust from sleep. "The demon forces are marching closer as we speak." Centric's voice cracked, soaked with urgency. "Wha… Whaaat!" Hildred's voice shot up in shock. He instantly jumped to his feet, grabbed his shirt, and pulled it on in haste. "Let's move." Hildred said, and with that, they both strode out of the tent with hurried steps.
