"I must say that I am quite impressed."
It was at the center of a square, a familiar one that had seen its inhabitants slaughtered wantonly by a certain Daemon.
"I had my doubts that you would be able to capture the target before year's end but it would seem I was wrong."
Though the blood had long since dried up and the bodies were properly buried by Natasha and her group, the scent of death still lingered along with the familiar taste of regret.
"However it seems the werewolf is rather impure. Even from a distance, I can already perceive the scent of those arrogant bloodsuckers."
An illusory green veil had manifested during the first Long Night, causing ghostly figures to appear in the town streets, moving about just as they had done when they were alive.
"This might end up causing troubles when the ritual begins."
