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“Come on, lets get the hell out of here.” Marcus grumbles a hint of shame and guilt in his voice. The group turns and begins to their march out of the city. The journey back to the decrepit De’Sange estate is long and silent. Each individual is lost in their thoughts of all that transpired in a few short days. Death abundant, people tortured and betrayed. Above all Pramool, the all-father of beasts and monsters has returned.

With Pramool’s resurrection the group knows what the future holds. Pramool’s cancer will not stop with the world Tepes, it will spread world and realm. All will know his spite and hunger, his hate and savagery. Though it isn’t stated, the stern and resolute gaze of both Marcus and Armata is enough for Prad and Jorge know these two rivals who have been battling for centuries are determined to face a greater force and turn the tide.

(For the Coven, for Astrid, for Deidre. We must prevail.) Armata thinks to himself.

(For my world, my daughters, my wives, my friends. For Ibrahim, his wives and my nieces. That old bastard is going down. I’ll stake my life on it.) Marcus ponders to himself as well.