Vante , sucked the last of the ether from the dead vandals supplies reclining onto the assortment of capes and furs laid on the dais. Ever since he had escaped the warlock and his deranged plans Vante had been massing his resources. He bit into a ripe fruit he had stolen from a small survivor village under cover of night. He toyed with a knife, void energy crackling along the blade as he looked over a map of the city. "Im coming warlock." he whispered to nobody as he violently stabbed his knife onto a circled point on the map "Im coming Storm!"
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