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“So it would seem. Tirush ready to pursue our targets, I assume everyone else is as well?” Armata looks around the rest of the group. Alburn nods his head and shoulders his rifle, while Acheron sheaths his blade. They form up on Armata’s flanks as he begins striding in the direction of the cathedral.

In his mind, Armata focuses his thoughts on Tirush and her words. Further they trudge through the forest, the fog and mist now gone. The open air reveals the twisted and dead trees that surround them, and the dark cathedral ahead.

A town, desolate, a graveyard. No life thrives, except for the Ravens that are perched upon roofs, signs, and fence posts.