The one who watches

Lenora watched the becon of light shift from purple to black, thd clouds surrounding it dark as night. The vampire chuckled, "Looks like he survived. Gelt won't be happy." She twirled her knife on her finger before getting on her feet, "Job is done. I should report to the Crimson one." She stretched herself for a moment before using her supernatural speed to reach Bathlazaar. She knelt before the mage, "It seems the son of the Blue King has survived Lord Gelt. Seems he's going through a transformation, my guess is that he is becoming more like his father. What's the plan, my lord?" She looked up at the golden mask of the ancient wizard.
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