Mors and Kara pulled their hooded cloaks tight as they approached the queue standing before a massive stone gatehouse.

Mors analyses the stone, ten meter high walls. "I guess this could be considered more of a small city than a town. Seriously, Kara, you cause problems, and you're on your own. I am sick of pulling your arse out of the fire."

Although he couldn't see her face, he could tell by her voice that she was smiling. "You won't abandon me Mors Letus. You may be a cold-blooded killer that can't control his emotions, but you're not those weaklings. You have some honour. "

Runt let out a small whine as she realised there were going to be surrounded by people again. Although it frequently resulted in a blood bath, which she enjoyed greatly, she just couldn't get used to being surrounded by so many smelly monkeys.

Kara looked at Morrigan, whose chains were discreetly entering Mor's sleeve making it seem like an ordinary walking stick. "Why hasn't your weapon moved since that day?"

"Some gluttonous little sows were bleeding my internal energy dry after becoming self-aware, causing me a large amount of pain and suffering." Replied Mors as Morrigan's staff once again dimmed as if trying to fade away. "If I stop providing energy, they die, but its almost negating my healing ability. Why is it I only seem to pick up leeches?

"You keep talking like there is more than one?"

"I think it has something to do with when I named them. I used a name from my old world that was for a single entity representing three goddesses... Then again I used that name because there were three separate components so maybe it was just coincidence. Who cares? It's not like it really matters."

"Old World?"

"Urg, I will tell you about it when I am bored and have nothing better to do with my life." Said Mors as chains around his arm tightened with slight burning sensation as the feeling that he had somehow angered it swept over him.

Shrugging, he slightly shook his arm, and the feeling stopped before coming to a halt at the back of the line.

==== One of Matn's many restaurants. ====

Alec, Aron, Bruce, Claire and Alice were sitting at a table outside a restaurant in the adventurers' section of the city eating a late lunch. Although the atmosphere between then had improved, it was still evident that the group could fall apart at any moment.

Due to the intense sun as well as being close to the Great Desert, the temperature was sweltering resulting them in removing their cloaks and armour and donning civilian clothing for their brief stay.

"Crossing the desert is going to be soul destroying," muttered Alice.

Alec responded with a slight smile. "We have got passage with a caravan, so we won't have to worry about water or losing our way, and the deserts monsters are pretty week on the outskirts. We will be all right."

Alec had taken over leadership of the group shortly after their failed attempt at forcing Mors into a pact or killing him, and although Bruce was bitter, he couldn't bring himself to fight for it. -"Why didn't we just treat his wounds and earn his trust... If he really has dragon blood, he would be compelled to return the favour."

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There was a sudden commotion at a table behind them as a group of adventurers become overly animated.

"I am telling you old man, Harold, the demon slayer and his party are dead."

"Haha, where did you hear that rubbish, Although he was retired and only a low-level Marquess, he was strong enough to survive the demon wars 20 years ago... there's no way he's been killed in some backwater village like Kanis."

The adepts had begun listening when they heard the word demon but as it appeared to be about a man they resumed eating, however, the moment the town's name was uttered Bruce coughed the water he was drinking all over his companions and the rest froze in horror.

Alice broke out into a cold sweat. "Kanis... was that where we were a few weeks ago?"

The reason the adepts reacted so strongly to something that could have just been a coincidence was that the fear of being hunted down by Mors had been eating away at them slowly. All but Claire were already experiencing sleepless nights and jumping at shadows.

Claire turned around with a dazzling smile and shouted out, interrupting the adventurer's conversation. "Please, can you tell me more?"

A burly adventure, clearly already intoxicated beamed back. "Sure little lady, I heard this just this morning from a sound transmission. Harold the demon slayer and his party were butchered in the town of Kanis, a small..."

"Oh I know where it is, can you tell me more about the incident?" Interrupted Claire, however, the man paid no attention to it, simply happy enough to be having a conversation with such a charming young woman.

"Sure... From what I heard, Harold liked kicking around this little demon kid... kids lucky he didn't kill him outright if you ask me. Anyway, apparently, there was a vision gem installed in the ceiling in case anyone tried to make a run for it without paying, and it caught the whole thing, so I am pretty confident this information is authentic."

Claire gulped in excitement, even though the others had said that Mors had got away, she knew how badly injured he had been and was concerned that without help, he might have succumbed to his injuries.

"Harold was knocking the kid about like he usually does when this cloaked figure, someone who walked in with a pet dire wolf I might add, stands up and walks over to Harold only to reveal he's a stage two demon."

The man paused for a bit, trying to build the suspense. "Then the demon's staff turned into a bloody war scythe! You know the things the demons of old are meant to of used? He then Slaughtered every man and woman in the place, innocent or not, in a matter of seconds before eating their hearts and carrying the kid off into the night."

"...A scythe.." Muttered Alice despondently.

"...Ate their hearts.." Joined in Aron as they turned a deathly pale.

"I thought you said he wouldn't be recovered for a few months?" Shouted Bruce slamming his first on the table, drawing everyone's attention.

Alec abruptly stood up, shouting as well. "How am I supposed to know how fast that bloody demon heals! Any normal creature would be dead a couple of times over... It was your fucking plan to kill him!"