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"Stay silent and hidden and you'll find your next target within the Howling well. Complete your mission then leave Hydlaa to Oja. You will be called on there for the next step. Remember, no unnecessary conflict."
"He will be here, in the well," the black robe ynnwn said to himself, throwing himself into the entrance. He slid down the tunnel quickly, moving quickly through the caves, searching for his goal. He stopped, looking at some of the piles of corpses, "Hmm, wonder what these could be doing here." He walked among them, following the path of long dead bodies to a corpse on the ground, one old and rotten wearing torn and bloodstained armor. A sword lay by this corpses side and his eyes were wide open and very much alive. "Still not dead Darkom? Your a persistant one."
Xeonart glanced up at the stranger, looking toward his sword but deciding against it, "Kill me if you want....I'm afraid that I no longer care to live. Destroy my soul so my corpse can rot."
"Sorry boy but I'm not interested in killing you. I'm here to offer you what your foolishness lost you. Skin and flesh, not rotted but alive. I'll return you back to resemble the demorian you once were."
Xeonart frowned, swearing under his breath, "Don't taunt me, just go."
The ynnwn smiled, thrusting his hand down at Xeonart's chest. Before Xeonart could react the ynnwn was upon him, bright light blinded him and he became lost in thought.
