[i]Central camp[/i]
	Dremmick tried to stop her as she jumped out from his shadow, but it was too late, Dremmick was caught off guard by Morgan's sudden appearance and couldn't stop her. Luckily, it seemed as if her attack came without retaliation. "Morgan!? You shouldn't be here, if this man is who he says he is then everyone is in danger."

	"IF!?" Jeevak shouted in anger, seemingly more annoyed at the thought of Dremmick not recognizing him than Morgan's attack. "Ah, I see... It's been so long that you need proof. Fine by me." And just then, much like Dremmick's magic, Jeevak materialized a crimson blade from his blood magic out of thin air, though much more sinister and more reminiscent of a sword length cleaver. "Blood magic is one thing. This can be passed down through dark arts, though it has its limits. Its essentially the burning off of one's blood into energy that can be formed into any object the user desire's. However this," his weapon disappeared and his arm formed into a crimson spike, "This ability, the one that lets me control my own blood and siphon others, is passed down by birthright." Just then a person walked up and stood next to Jeevak and was promptly impaled by the spike. However, it seemed to be an artificial human-like drone and turned crimson before disappearing into a red and crimson fog that Jeevak absorbed, "a [i]demon's[/i] birthright. As you can see, many of the people here are not real, but drones created by me to serve me, each one costing about one average human's energy to make."

	Jeevak looked Dremmick up and down as he started to walk in a circle around the two, noticing how bandaged up Dremmick was. “And it would appear to be a birthright you have forsaken. You have nearly drained yourself dry, still refusing to siphon others' blood are you? Pity to deny your nature...But you feel it's call getting stronger the more you reject it don't you? It's rage...its bloodlust?”

	“HALF of my nature,” Dremmick cut in before shooting forward. He drew a short sword and attempted to make a few slashes in which Jeevak easily dodged. He then jumped back and made a chain with a hook blade at the end and started swinging to no avail, Jeevak was staying just out of range. Thinking he had caught Jeevak in a rhythm, he swung the chain down and it hooked into the dirt. Yanking on it, he launched himself forward and instead of meeting Jeevak with an immediate strike, he slid at the last moment and spun around with a rising stab aimed at Jeevak's side, but to Dreemick's surprise, Jeevak caught the blade barehanded and broke it in his grasp. Jeevak then capitalized on the surprise and headbutted Dremmick, which knocked him to the ground only to be met by a swift kick in the gut that knocked him back over to Morgan, weapons dematerializing as he let go of them. Jeevak made it look easy but it all happened so fast. Dremmick rolled and was stunned for a moment as he tried to regain the air that was just knocked out of him. The bandages at his side were cut open and turning red, and taking another look at Jeevak, there was a bladed greave that had started to disappear. 

	“Ah yes, the other half....your mother. That was a real shame, you see, if you didn't kill her, it would have saved me the trouble of hunting you down. You can take solace in knowing that you have successfully stalled me for a little while, It was more than what she was able to do-”

	“BASTARD!” Dremmick exclaimed as he forced himself to stand, the cut was deep, though he was working on mending it. A silent voice in his head seemed to scream for him to retaliate jump back into the fight, but he fought the urge, though he seemed to be losing ground. “I will kill you if its the last thing I do.” He turned to Morgan again and spoke between deep breaths. “You need...to leave. Warn the others and run.... I'll try to catch up.” He then turned over to Jeevak who had started to slowly walk their way. “And if I don't make it back, apologize to Ris for me.” If Morgan was paying attention, she would notice that Dremmick's pupil had become more narrow than round, and though she couldn't see his teeth, they were starting to become sharper.

	“You are nowhere near strong enough to kill me Dremmick,” Jeevak started as he continued approaching. “You can't hold back what is inside of you. You need to claim your birthright if you wish to live.

	“I'd rather die than to become like you,” Dremmick shot back
	“Hahahaha, then so be it, boy.” Jeevak said with a wicked smile.
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[i]north camp[/i]

	The group would arrive to see Ander standing in the middle of the now burning field that used to be north camp, surrounded by bodies of a few  human “caravan merchants”, which only seemed to account for seven people out of the twenty or so stationed at the north camp. The rest vanished after they were defeated. He was completely cloaked again, and would just look like a black figure, though after Terra's findings, most of the guild members there would be able to assume it was him. He was looking at the explosive magic shard he had 'borrowed' earlier from that young mage. It was shattered now, and not by Ander, which could only mean that the mage had died. It was an understatement to say that he was unsettled, especially after the surge of energy he felt come from the central camp.

	“I may be too late,” he said to himself.

	As for Ris, if she looked at her mask, she may notice a slight change. The wooden mask would have changed shape in the form of fangs being added and two slight bumps appearing above the brows of the mask.