Sekaula's laughter was a frightening sound indeed. It rippled the pool of blood as she swirled around it, causing the images to fade and was the last sound heard by anyone listening on the other side. "Darko. This will be a slaughter worthy of my presence. I will leech the blood from the soil and make it fall from the sky upon our warriors. Then they will know I am near." With that, the goddess herself began to melt, transforming back into rushing liquid that ran into the cracks and up walls most unnaturally. She enjoyed watching. 

The southern town could not have been prepared for the wrath of two gods that fell upon them. Vampires and undead horrors began attacking under cover of divine darkness, lead by Sekaula's ever-thirsty werewolf champion atop his fearsome steed. As the bodies began to fall, a gentle rumble rolled in the clouds above. If anyone had been able to see it, the rain was red. 

The tomes of darkness and light were in the temple of X. Dyleon would know the priests of the Keeper would be his targets.