[h3]The Hunter's Dream[/h3]
The Winter Lantern stood surrounded by Paleblood Hunters, momentarily put off-balance by the sudden disappearance of Torquil and then utterly staggered by Ophelia unleashing another blast from the Holy Moonlight Sword directly into its head. Farren unloaded a shot from his blunderbuss point-blank into what would anatomically be presumed to be its neck, and he, Ophelia and Gerlinde all proceeded to unleash a barrage of blows upon it. The creature could not recover; the combined efforts of three superhuman entities hitting it over and over was too much for it to break free from being stunned and staggered over and over again, and without prey to feed on and replenish itself with, it did not take more than a couple of seconds before its regeneration began to fail.
Ophelia experienced full frenzy for the first time as her body tore itself apart in a cascade of blood, but thanks to her foresight in taking blood it was not quite enough to overcome her vitality, and her grievous wounds swiftly regenerated. Less than a second after Ophelia Gerlinde burst like a gore-filled balloon as well, only for her to fade away as Torquil had. But even without Gerlinde, Ophelia and Farren's efforts were enough to carve away the last remnants of resilience in their adversary.
Letting out a noise that was somewhere between the sound of its discordant song and its hideous screech, like a final exhalation, the Winter Lantern – utterly eviscerated – crumpled, until all that remained of it was a pile of fine silver dust.

Behind them, at the end of the workshop standing above the headstones connecting to the world outside the Dream, Torquil belatedly arrived, hammer at the ready and three eyes that were wide with fresh trauma.

[color=silver]Ophelia and Farren has received 200 blood echoes.[/color]