The people over there had heard detected someone from outside their little group, it seemed, and the armor-clad one commanded the one to show itself. At no point did it occur to Perfect that he was the one they had discovered; he was confident that they would not be able to spot him from their individual locations at this time. Besides, none of them were as much as looking in his direction, and the commander's attention seemed to be directed at the side of the valley. There were someone else here; another stranger. It was excellent! This stranger could test whether these people were hostile and take the risk in Perfect's stead, allowing him to decide whether to reveal himself or not at significantly less personal hazard. He just had to watch, and -
He blinked and furrowed his brow, momentarily incapable of fully comprehending what had just happened. He had not sensed any movement over there aside from that of the people he had already identified, yet somehow... there was someone else among them, now. Or was it a 'someone', even? Perhaps it was rather a 'something'? It only took a couple of seconds to realize that this being that had spontaneously materialized in the others' midst was not entirely human... or human at all, necessarily. It was difficult to tell the details of its appearance from this distance, but even its shape and the way it moved suggested something unnatural. It seemed more as though it was made of stone than flesh and blood, and... no, his attention had not wandered, he was sure of it; the creature had really appeared where it was instantaneously. It had appeared without crossing the space between its position and destination, as if by magic. Somehow, even though he had already deduced that he himself was alive even though he had died, it had never occurred to Perfect that other supernatural phenomena could manifest.
The point that the mystical was made tangible in this world was further proven but a moment later, when the halberdier apparently decided to do away with the strange creature by burying his weapon in its face, if it had a face, anyways. Rather than simply slumping to the ground as a mundane being would have, this creature first began to implode, and then it erupted into a blast of force and sound, all while the valley was permeated with the creature's dying scream.
On one hand, this armor-clad man had just killed a stranger barely without pausing first, which did not bode well for any hospitality he could expect from the group. On the other hand, the stranger had been inhuman, and an existence beyond the scope of Perfect's understanding; chances were that this man knew more of it than the psychopath, and recognized it as a definite danger.
But more importantly, [I]the thing had been magical[/I]! Such power! Imagine, to be able to move anywhere at a whim, skipping the distance and obstacles between oneself and one's destination. To wield enough unbound energy within oneself to literally explode once one's will could no longer contain it.

Then another stranger arrived, this one human and moving by setting one foot in front of the other rather than hurtling through space and time with complete disregard to the laws of reality. The armor-clad one had warned one of his companions not to strike... which meant that the companion was likely to have intended to do so? Perfect did not know whether to feel encouraged to approach them at the fact that they allowed this other stranger to approach, or discouraged by the fact that their initial mode of action was to ambush him. Then the halberdier rushed to this newcomer, seizing him and thundering nonsense into his face; something about how he had found them, whether he was followed or whether he had met an old man with a stick. The last question in particular made Perfect decide that it was too dangerous to approach these people, after all. [I]That man is insane,[/I] he thought, and his opinion did not change even when the newcomer was released. [I]The rest of them don't seem to think or do much about anything, and the only one that seems like he's all [/I]there[I] is clearly mad. He'd be as likely to run me through with his halberd as to offer me a drink. And what is this nonsense he sprouts? Old men with sticks, lights turning... none of it makes sense.[/I]
Or so he thought. The odd one with the bells, at least, seemed to react to the statement of the light turning, if nothing else. Perfect slightly raised his head from the ground, frowning as he tilted his head right, watching the man confusedly. Was this also madness? One would assume that this guy was not right in the head just by his attire, but his reaction did not seem quite as though it was caused by delusions alone. And when he yelled, there was something in his voice that Perfect recognized better than most, even with his innate lack of empathy: the prey's fear of the predator. [I]The light is turning?[/I] he thought, only then starting to notice the shadows that crept along the floor of the valley beside him, slithered over his body, crawling across the land and shrouding it in unnatural darkness.
And the gloom [I]growled[/I], a sound that had no place in the world he had come from, one that did not belong in the throat of any mundane creature. The blackness was alive, full of life... or imitation of life, at least. The landscape, which had been full of so much nothing since he had gotten here, was now contrastingly full of [I]something[/I].

[I]Ah,[/I] he thought, breaking into a grin as he started raising himself onto his elbows, staring at the dim forms that lurked the shadows. [I]So the Light is Turning, eh? This is what that means. The world is changing; night has come, and the monsters are coming out to hunt. The prey scurries away, fleeing for imagined safety, as the predators emerge to give chase. [/I]That[I] is the Turning of the Light![/I]
The armor-clad man took up position to face the fiends that prowled in obscurity, shouting more nonsense to his companions while urging them to flee. It appeared that they, after some stupid hesitation, complied.
[I]"Tell me, creatures of the Empty Land..."[/I] he boomed, even as Perfect pushed himself back so that he rested on his knees, clutching his knife and bundle of sharpened sticks so hard that his knuckles turned white. His grin was wide an manic as he beheld the creatures that moved around him, hearing their heavy footfalls and feeling the ground tremble at their approach. The predators were around him, yes, but they were not hunting [I]him[/I]; they were passing him by in pursuit of the others.
[I]What are you talking about, you madman?[/I] he thought at the other gleefully. [I]I have never seen this land more full and alive![/I]
[I]"Which King do you serve?"[/I]
"Me," he answered in a quiet growl, unsheathing his knife. "I serve no other king than myself, little man. I am my own king."

The halberdier fought bravely, and it even seemed that he vanquished one of the beasts, only to be maimed from behind by another. And then... he looked directly at Perfect. His face could not be distinguished behind the visor of his helmet, but he did not need to see the armor-clad man's face to know; he felt the attention that came to center on him as much as he saw it. The euphoria of the moment was lost by then, and instead of a manic grin, Perfect now donned but a small, crooked smile instead, showing just a little teeth in the right side. His eyes were sharp, narrow, intelligent; his expression betrayed a calm and confident mindset as he finally rose to his feet, standing tall over the defeated giant, staring at him from between the legs of an animate hulk of flesh.
[I]He kills the monsters,[/I] he thought, moving forward composedly, his stride even and unhesitating. [I]He is strong, and he is mad. He is dangerous; much too dangerous to suffer the risks he pose.[/I]
Without taking his eyes off the halberdier, Perfect walked around the creature that stood between himself and the man. He knew that this beast, whatever it was, would not harm him; it recognized a fellow predator, a fellow monster. They would know, even though they had no way to do so, that he was a beast as well. He did not need to flee, just as he felt no instinctive fear towards this situation, or this world. Why would he?
Now he knew why he had come to this world: he belonged here. This was [I]his[/I] world, more than the old one had ever been.
[I]Perfect.[/I]
He stood over the fallen warrior, still smiling calmly, happily. He kneeled beside him, and muttered in his ear: "We all serve perfection, warrior. That you see this land as empty proves that you are the empty one."
The blade of Perfect's knife found the gap rent in the halberdier's armor by the monster, and easily slid into the naked flesh within.
"And I am Perfect."