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Acheron pulls a piece of cloth from a pouch on his belt. He meticulously wipes down his sword’s blade, cleaning the black blood from it. Once he’s completely cleaned the blade he tucks the cloth back into his pouch.

“Well done. Those beasts stood no chance.” He moves toward Armata who is scanning around the area. “Armata, you’ve chosen your party members well. They have great strength. Especially the scaled one.”

“Yes, Tirush is quite energetic. However I’m interested to find out who was firing that gun.” Armata then looks over his shoulder to see a man strolling down from an elevated position, a rifle in his hand.

The man strides into the burning village, he looks over everything before stopping short of Armata and Acheron.

“It’s a shame none of us got here earlier. Could have saved a lot more lives. My names Alburn Walsh.” The new face flips back the bolt on his rifle ejecting a spent round.

“I’ve heard of you. Famous hunter from the town of Donshire. I am Acheron Sanguine, and this is Armata De’Sange.” Acheron holds up a hand gesturing to the Vampire Lord.

“Is that so? Most famous Anathema of all time. Didn’t think I’d ever get to meet you.” Alburn begins reloading his rifle. Armata remains deathly quiet, choosing instead to not bother acknowledging the man.

“Talkative type I see. Fine. How about you lot back there? You like to talk?” Alburn looks past Armata to the rest of the group.