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As the echoes through the alley died away the observer surveyed the carnage surrounded by the blood of enemies and allies that had been spilled. Throughout the battle the warriors had been separated and had remained unaware of the wellbeing of their comrades. A lone figure strode through the alley, eyes searching the bodies. He throws a body out of the path to reveal the form of a champion.
Reaching a hand towards the body, a low moan is released. The body crumbles to dust and the dark haired vampire’s ashes are blown through the alleyway and into the night.
Vengeance she knew, she understood it. The God-King flowed like water, destroying all in her path. Attacking in a display of inhuman strength and speed she leaves destruction in her wake.
Until there she stands, surrounded by the bodies of her enemies, a silence falls. She suddenly swings a punch at a creature lurking behind her.
Illyria cocks her head in an animal-like manner as the being disappears in an shower of blue orbs, only to reappear a moment later.
“Whitelighter. The names Chris, I was sent as your new guide.”