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Slowly, Fenrir slid the throne room vent grate to the side. He then nimbly dropped onto an abandoned railing, shadowed from view. The throne room was a surprisingly modest construction, with little but Blade regalia decorating it. The standout part was the gigantic throne in the far end of the room, adorned with various trophies and spoils of war. Flanked by a quartet of Kell's Guard Captains, a slender humanoid figure was seated in the pompous creation.

"Engage Wraith Protocol."

Fenrir dropped down from his hightened position. As he fell, the Hunter was enveloped in smoke, yet this time, it did not conceal him. Fenrir loudly hit the ground, and while the Guard grabbed their weapons, Fenrir was covered in black flames, giving him a demonic appearance. Only the purple fire of the void remained on his faceplate and drawn blade.

"Jaqueline, false Kell of House Blades!", Fenrir shouted, his voice considerably louder and deeper. "Thine reckoning hath come!"