[@Thinslayer]

Watching the Salamander waddle away after the wonderful little show Edward shook his head. Another fool to walk a fate that was never really his in the first place, only forced to march a path forged by others. He would of laughed if he didn’t feel sad for the loud mouth. Gritting his teeth the Transcendent walked over to the Reaper and grabbed its shoulder. Anger might of started to get the best of him as he closed all but his third eye.

“You doom another in a adventure of illgain. March then forth on a path that they no longer have control over. Makes me glad I can not truly joint them, however I am still hungry and my temper has been pushed. Seems that old Salamander can spill enrage me quite well.”

Letting the Reaper go he started walking down the broken path to the keep. His maw slightly ajar as a black fog rolled off into a miasma of myst. The soft crimson glow of his third eye guiding him along the path to his pray and goal.

[i][b]“You are gambling, and the stakes that you play with are more than even you can bare. I am sure you remember the last gamble you made, the lives lost. I remember many things, many more things than I should.”[/b][/i] He turned around and gave it the same look he did all those years ago, when he was bigger. [i][b]“Much like then, we stand on two different sides. Yet, unlike then I find no orders to hunt.”[/b][/i]

Turning back around he just caught the sight and sound of the projectile being fired at the old Salamander, yet he cared not if it hit or missed. He needed food and there were plenty of husks around to fill the void along his path to the keep. Marching slowly he made his way, doing his part to clean any bodies he found mainly by devouring them.

[i]Today is going rather well if I do say so myself.[/i]