Sun looked at his dead men, his somber eyes looked at their desperate faces, he felt his heart compress as if a sharp hand was squeezing his heart in such a way that it wanted to crush it and destroy it without leaving him a chance to live.
Sun raised his sword and prepared to defend himself, but he could see nothing, nor could he see anything in the trees. Somehow he felt the shadows deepen, his eyes that could see in the darkness seemed to blur for a moment. His teeth began to chatter more and more while at the same time he tried to stop his tremors and blinked once so that his vision would become clear again.
Nothing is worse than that which you do not know, to see something impossible as possible.
