Lathunis felt the cold metal of the tube that Anavid slipped into her hand. She silently acknowledged the exchange with a nod, curious but trusting Anavid. She tucked the cylinder up her sleeve, careful to not think of it too much lest Mysia notice. The growing energy of her uncle disturbed her, but before she could talk to Mysia about it, Anavid mentioned a more pressing matter. She turned her attention towards Caesilinus, feeling the chaos and disorder from the battle. She worriedly watched as Anavid put her helmet on her head.

“These monsters… They are the servants of Mikazliqui, not to be taken lightly. With Aroseus’ protection gone from the city, it will soon fall to those…. Abominations.” The creations of Mikazliqui, the vampires, his children, disgusted her, yet she respected their dedication to Mikazliqui. Her true dislike was directed towards the god himself. His pleasure oriented around destruction and his sudden attack of Aroseus’ patron city ignited a belief that he was a part of the conspiracy. “Mikazliqui is taking advantage of the chaos surrounding my father’s death, it seems. I cannot let him disrespect him in such a way.”