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(Everyone) “Yeah you all look sorry....” Marcus scoffs. Armata buries his palm into the jagged spike of the centerpiece obelisk in the teleportation room. His blood flows down the contours and details of the small pillar, the power of his lifeforce energizing the stonework.

A rift tears itself open and creates a swirling crimson vortex that leads to Tepes. Armata is the first to step through, followed by Marcus and Herja. On the other side the group is witness to a saddening spectacle. The once proud Vampiric capital is in flames, a lingering smell of death upon it. The city is scared with weeks worth of siege, bellowing smoke rising from inside the wall.