Ouranos had just arrived. The Leontopos and other humanoids now wore halberds to protect themselves from the wind and rain. The mercury-soaked snow would not begin to fall until the end of the month. They still had some time to stock up provision. 

The fire was slowly declining. Astir had fallen asleep while Septem was nodding next to him. It was almost sunrise when a weird sound happened in the forest. Gwarlarn and Kornog jumped on their legs, all ears out. They were standing still, focusing on where the sound came from. They were waiting for something. But the Leontopos didn’t woke up from the sound. Too tired from their discussion. The whole caravan was sound asleep when it happened. Only the animals of the convoy noticed that something was indeed weird. The agitation they created, had started to wake up the humanoids. But the thing is, as the instar of an earthquake, no humans could sense it. Now the forest wasn’t making any noise. The wind had stopped the branches from moving. Something was coming and along the way was silencing every living animal. Gwalarn started to growl as the thing was getting closer. Kornog was trying to wake up Septem and Astir to make them move. It was as if the criollos were trying to take their masters far away from this place. In a desperate carnal instinct to protect them. 

After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, they caught a glimpse of what was coming. It was lumoks. A native species of the red mountain. A kind of dragon with fur and no wings. They were living in the dark with their enormous soundless body. They were moving fast, closing the distance between them and the convoy. But once you saw it, it’s usually too late. Thanks to the reaction of the criollos, everyone was already on high alert and ready to engage in the fight. From what they could see, there were five lumoks. Each one with a body of at least Six meters long. All adults lumoks that were preying on them. 

Every mercenary of the convoy was standing still, weapons in hand, on the border between the road and the forest.  Everything happened in less than five minutes. The lumoks emerged from the forest, straight to the carts from the caravan. Mercenaries trying to stop them with their poor equipment. Almost making no difference. Only making scratches on the lumoks bodies while being stamped or eaten alive. Astir and Septem were riding their respective criollos. Due to that, they avoided being killed but not even their fangs could pierce the tough skin of lumoks. They were getting destroyed. The lumoks rampage would only stop when they got the food the caravan was carrying. Astir was trying to retreat to the backline as a non-combatant when a lumok attacked him. Pushing him and Gwalarn in the ravine side of the mountain. Septen had not seen anything, too caught up in the fight. 

Astir was rolling down the mountain with Gwalarn. At first they were conscious but as they were going down, they started to bump into trees and bushes, hurting them badly. Astir lost consciousness after catching one last glimpse at the fight happening above them. They kept rolling as if nothing was going to stop their fall.