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Ruinil looked at Karl and smiled, her expression had softened and was warm and gentle. She hugged him gently in a comforting manner and whispered in his ear softly, "I know.. I know... We all want this to end... You are not alone anymore..." She placed Karl's blades in his hand, then squeezed his hand gently. "Now..." She placed one hand on Karl's shoulder and lifted Karl's hand, that had his sword in hand, and pointed his hands towards the imposter. "Plunge this blade into that bitch's heart... And release us from this hellish nightmare... Remember Karl.... You are not alone anymore... Should you need us... Call our names and we shall come running to your aid..." She her voice was tender and held a reassuring warmth. "Do us proud... Do not forget... You are a proud Templar of the Order..." One might describe her actions as that of a mentor to her apprentice or a mother to her child. However, Ruinil's actions were that between 2 friends or comrades in arms. In doing so, she had repaid her debt to him.

With that said, Ruinil glanced at the imposter and smirked confidentiality, "I hope you are ready, filthy whore. You are about to have hell to pay. My comrade shall make sure of that!" Her body then evaporated into a black smoke, yet her laughter lingered.

However, her disappearance was short lived, she soon reappeared, leaning against the foot of a dead tree in the surrounding forests, cloaking her in its dark shadows. She coughed wildly, black blood flowed heavily from her mouth, and her veins bulged out of her skin like the roots of a tree. Her body was far into the process of destroying itself. Not only was Ruinil's soul being effected by her transformation, but her body in the real world was also effected greatly by her demonic form. She was running out of time, fast. All she could do now was watch.