(A Warlock limps her way into Sunford, hurting and weak. Her armor was damaged badly and torn.)
Ghost: That vision... Led us here... We have to find him.
Warlock: Yes.
(A Warlock limps her way into Sunford, hurting and weak. Her armor was damaged badly and torn.)
Ghost: That vision... Led us here... We have to find him.
Warlock: Yes.
Artix: I hope you're joking, im not touching that thing.
Allen: My evil comes from me, not from weird fluids, plus i can be way worse than the Vex if i want to.