So Hal and Darko had both left without noticing her. That had of course been Sekaulla's intention all along. But she had heard everything. She had seen the dead guards and heard the foreboding words. High in the skies above, she schemed.

The sounds of footsteps reached the werewolf's newly remade ears. Closer and closer they approached, until the faint glow of undead eyes exacted their location. Chakan glared at Dyleon with malice. "What is this? Another one of Darko's hellbeasts for me to slay?" She looked like a kid who was just asked to clean her room, as if Dyleon was just another boring task for her to do. "So be it. Die quickly monster." She brought up her swords and gave Dyleon the chance to make the first mistake.