Note: Did you guys see the Liara artwork in the comments of the previous chapter? If not, check out the one I'm adding to the end of this chapter.
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As Lorelai's army marched into the Arefu Cemetery, dozens of gleaming crimson eyes appeared within the folds of the mist, and a cold murderous gaze emanated from every single one of them.
"Amithaba," the sorcerer monks began chanting loud enough for those of us in the rear to hear them, "Om ami dewa hrih!"
The sage lamps helped to dispel the mist around us, while the torches lit with holy oil ensured that a vampire's 'Glamour' couldn't affect our minds. All things considered; this was some great prep work. The thing was…we mortals weren't the only ones who came prepared for a fight.
