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The man watched from afar as Kharyll burned. The flames from the many buildings of the old capital lit the dark swamp, forming a wall of orange in the east to go with the setting sun in the west. The man wore a dark, shabby cloak that had gaping tears in its hood, so his pale skin and red eyes showed brightly from the black outfit.
"Lord Drakan," the vampire muttered, "our mission is successful."
The vampire walked south through the swamp, passing the ashes of the old mansion, still hot from the torches that Drakan's army of vampires had used to destroy the building. Personally, the vampire would have liked the palace to remain, for it was the place where the great Raldeir had lived. However, the usurper Zaros had also lived there after he was crowned Emperor and stayed until the Sons had forced him to move to Senntisten.
The vampire finally reached the dilapidated castle that was the Sons' headquarters. "Hey, Tachim," another vampire called out as he approached. "Good news?"
"The best, Klainken," Tachim replied. "The city of Kharyll has been completely destroyed, just as Drakan's master ordered."
Klainken nodded. "We can see the fires on the horizon. We figured it was won."
Tachim climbed a staircase and stood on the ramparts next to Klainken. Sure enough, the red fires blistered the sky to the north with ferocious intensity. Surely, it could be seen from the lands beyond the Salve. "He'll know pretty soon."
"Not like it matters, though. Kuura'* going to make a move at the speech, and Drakan, Malak, and Dessous are poised to complete their missions after the signal. Zaros isn't going to be around much longer."
Tachim didn't respond. He looked out over the battlements, and he saw some figures approaching on the horizon. "Who's that?" he asked.
Klainken squinted, but he couldn't make them out. "I don't have a clue. You weren't followed, were you?"
Tachim's eyes widened as the flying figures approached. "No!"
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