Varnac could feel her thinking, stronger then he was used to, he doubted she'd have any trouble in there, if she did he could help. They stepped into the thickly foliage, the shadows covered everything, it would have been impossible to see if it weren't for his eyes, they could see in any darkness, it was a survival trait, he could see the spirits all floating around above them. They wailed and moaned, their rage and agony could be heard through their cries, it was a truly a sound of death, it would drive any man insane, but what really got them was the part when they spoke in your head, spinning a web of lies, and deceit into your mind, it'd break most mens will.

He remembered Lydia saying something about searching for him, had she been sent to assassinate him? Had her eldars really sent her to death? This was troubling, but yet typical of a mortal, although elves could live a very long time, they weren't as strong as vampires, they're immortality was easily severed as if they were a mortal the whole time, so he considered them mortals. Lydia would surely dislike her recently murdered victims spreading their guilt into her soul, their implantations of lies, they'd do anything to make her feel their pain, they'd try spreading it through her soul like a fire.

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