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The Ravens lord was a tragic figure in history truly, but he was not without fault. He had participated in several massive massacres as allies with the strongholds. He was In bad company and himself was bad company.

Everything that came to him was well deserved.

As he raised his hand to deliver a finishing strike and end Victorias life, a dagger flew through the air in his direction and all of a sudden exploded in a ball of fire.

-boom

Shaking it off, The Ravens lord looked over at the direction whence it came. There, the figure of a young man could be seen standing not too far away from the alter.

"Ohhh, it's you?" The Ravens lord raised his eyebrow.

He hadn't noticed Guilliman enter the castle from the start because he had to control his soul essence when fighting the dreadful flames of Victoria.

If not he would have easily detected him.

He didn't want him here, at least not yet.