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Preacher soon arrived as well, just before the ferryman tossed the rope and let the vessel steer out from underneath the arch upon which the Blue Palace was standing.

"Had a talk with the guards", he instructed Gait. "According to them no strangers of the like has been spotted so far. They've also been instructed of how to deal with the situation should a villain with the heroic trait arrive."

He sighed and leaned over the railing. "I don't like this. Not one bit." Though he didn't want to admit it, he could tell his hands were shaking. He felt as if something bad was about to happen and that he would be powerless to stop it once it did. "What do you think, Gait? What does your werewolf senses tell you?"

Bethany glanced out over the horizon, knowing that somewhere beyond the mists that haunted the Sea of Ghosts, Volkihar island awaited them. Once a seat to one of the most powerful vampire clans to have ever existed. This would be the first time she lay her eyes upon it herself. Would she be impressed or disgusted?

Ylva whimpered once they got further out to sea, passing the loud bells. Her acute sense of hearing made the sound they made almost unbearable, feeling as if they tore her head apart from the inside.

"Seriously, if I ever get my hands on whoever's ringing those damned bells, I swear that I will..."