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"Yep." Fenrir answered.

"We might need a few more. Some could be damaged, or not work properly, or unable to be intergrated into our, by which I mean mine and the other Ghosts, shells, or.... well, you get the picture." Sanctus added. Fenrir stayed quiet.

After a few more minutes of walking, Fenrir suddenly crouched down, brushing his hand through the dirt. Then, he dragged Avori down alongside him.

"Goblin tracks. Recent. A patrol must've just passed by. Prep that rifle of yours."

Just a few seconds after Scythe's "emergency call", the comms crackled to life, and the harsh voice belonging to a Fallen Captain spoke through them.

​"Who dares speak on this channel?! House Winter has no patrols, fool! Who is it, that is crafty enough to access our communications, yet foolish enough to speak on them?"