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In the pitch-black forest, the soldiers' panic reached its peak. They scrambled through the dense woods in a frenzy, hoping to find a lifeline and escape the sudden disaster. However, fear and chaos only made the situation worse. In the darkness, each panicked run seemed to attract more ferocious attacks.
Suddenly, a soldier, in despair, made a decision. He fumbled for the flint he carried and frantically tried to light a torch. After several failed attempts, a bright beam of light finally pierced through the surrounding darkness, illuminating a small area. The soldier breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that with a source of light, he could better find the way to safety. So, carrying the torch, he began to hasten along the path he believed would lead back to the camp.
However, in the darkness, this beam of light was like a beacon, not only failing to guide him to safety, but instead becoming the most obvious target. The dancing firelight in the night seemed particularly vivid, attracting even more unknown attacks. Behind him, the sound of hooves grew denser, as if the entire forest's creatures had been drawn to this abrupt brightness.
Although the soldier was fast, in the forest, his vision was limited, and coupled with fear in his heart, his running was more blind than anything. While the torch provided light to see his surroundings, it also made him the most conspicuous prey. Before long, a force attacked from the side, causing the torch to slip from his hand and extinguish instantly.
The surroundings fell into darkness once again, and the soldier tried to call out to his companions in his heart, only to find himself isolated. His heart pounded like a drum, and every approaching hoofbeat made his heart leap into his throat. Now, without the guidance of the firelight, he could only blindly run in the darkness by instinct, hoping to find a way out. But as time passed, he became increasingly aware that this might just be an endless nightmare.
The soldier ran blindly in the darkness, filled with panic and despair. Every tree and every rock in the forest became obstacles in his eyes. Under this intense mental pressure, his senses became unusually sensitive, and even the slightest rustle of the wind could make his heart race. In such an environment, it seemed that his luck had reached its limit.
Accidentally, his foot caught on a protruding tree root. The sudden setback caused him to lose his balance, and he fell forward, landing hard on the cold, slippery mud. In that moment, time seemed to stand still, and besides fear, he felt almost nothing else.
The pain in his foot and the icy touch of the mud brought him briefly back to reality, but the approaching hoofbeats plunged him back into despair. He anxiously looked around, unable to see anything in the darkness, only sensing that the approaching hoofbeats seemed to be right on top of him, like the footsteps of death, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.
The soldier tried to get up, but the pain and panic made his movements look clumsy and slow. His hands searched for support in the cold mud, hoping to stand up again and escape this terrible place. However, at that moment, he realized that escape might no longer be an option. In this dark, silent, and unknown forest, he felt like prey, ready to be attacked and devoured at any moment.
Just as the soldier struggled to get up, a powerful force struck him from behind, violently knocking him to the ground. In that moment, his body felt like it had been hit by a sledgehammer, a sharp pain radiating from his back as if a sharp object had pierced his flesh. The soldier curled up in agony on the ground, his mind in chaos, unable to make sense of what had attacked him, feeling unbearable pain with every breath.
In this life-and-death moment, he tried to rally once more, attempting to struggle to his feet and escape this hell. However, just as he struggled to prop himself up, a hoof suddenly stomped down on his back, the immense pressure causing him to collapse once again, shattering all hope of survival in an instant. The weight and icy sensation of that hoof made him acutely aware that the ones attacking him were the goats they had come here to find.
The soldier lay in the mud, his strength slowly ebbing away. The piercing pain in his back made it nearly impossible to breathe, his vision began to blur, and the sounds around him grew more distant. In this final moment, his heart was filled not only with fear, but also with despair for the unknown fate that awaited him. It seemed that the hoof on his back had become the last page of his life story.
Just as the soldier felt that his life was about to end, the pressure on his back suddenly disappeared. He felt a slight sense of relief, but then another sound of approaching goats made him tense. In despair, he mustered the last of his strength to lift his head and was astonished to see a goat standing in front of him. This was no ordinary goat; its eyes sparkled with extraordinary light, and it exuded an incredible power. It was the demon goat that the soldiers had spoken of in the morning, said to be an otherworldly creature capable of wielding thunder and storms.
The soldier's heart was filled with fear and curiosity. He had never imagined that he would face this legendary presence on the battlefield in such close proximity to death. The goat stood quietly, seemingly examining him as he lay on the ground. The soldier felt an inexplicable sense of oppression, not only because of the physical pain but also because of the mystery and power of the creature before him.
At that moment, the soldier's heart was filled with both fear of impending death and deep curiosity about this mysterious creature. He realized that he might be in a historic moment, facing a powerful being that could potentially change the outcome of the war. However, he also understood that his fate was no longer in his own hands, and everything depended on the will of the otherworldly creature known as the demon sheep before him.
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