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The city of Thatcher lay behind Vale, its walls scarred by battle, its air still heavy with the scent of death, magic, and ash.

Vale's Avatar seemed like a silent specter as he moved through the night with a singular purpose.

It was a Demon Saint that seemed to have a similar level of aura to the previous Demon Saint Vale had encountered.

There was a huge chance that it was Var'gakan's compatriot or Demon Saint with a single digit in his rank!

'Mhmm… Is he meeting up with someone? He can't be that frightened to return to the Rift and stay in the comfort of the Abyss Realm, right?' Vake silently thought as he only knew that the direction the Demon Saint was heading was the nearby Rift.

This Saint could really be planning to go home, or perhaps, he was simply going to rendevous with his fellow Demons.

Nonetheless, this Demon Saint was unaware of the shadow that trailed him, a disguised Combat Art Specialist who was silent in its pursuit.