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"Since when did they arrive here?" Maria asked.
"Like a day or two ago..." the man replied. "Ah, forgive me, I didn't even introduce myself. I am Hawken, warrior of the Wind Talon Tribe."
"Are there any survivors?" Emeraldine asked.
"We're taking refuge on the island where the tower stands right now..." Hawken sighed. "The one you came from..."
"Hm... what is that thing, though?" Nia wondered, curiosity sparking in her eyes.
"We don't know. The elders say it's an evil spirit the Vampires left behind!" Hawken explained. "It kills anyone who gets too close... It sometimes moves around, hunting for more prey."
"Hm..." Maria nodded and summoned Xarion to her side. "Hey, mustache, do you recognize that thing?"
"Hm?!" Hawken gasped at the sight of the vampire appearing. "What is...!"
"Calm down!" Nia said quickly. "Maria is a Necromancer. That man is actually dead—she turned him into her undead servant."
"That's... possible?!" Hawken stammered, visibly shaken.
