Here they come, as smoky and evil as I remember them. Black leeches out of control ready to suck the soul of every living thing. This little detail of the living gives me the advantage of being immune to their attacks. A couple of the Brotherhood decide to ditch the rifle in favour of a sacred knife. The first attempts a lunge and fails. His rash gesture is severely punished.
Everyone watches helplessly as he writes in a deadly embrace with the being.
The second one, visibly discouraged, renounces to the frontal attack and wisely remains hidden waiting for the right occasion. Par condicio: the shadows also strike a man of the sect.
My attention is grabbed by Lilith's gesture. As I would have done some time ago, she grabs the notary by the tunic and exposing him to the foreground, bringi
