Timur grunted. The theatrics drained from his face just a little.
"Well. Fair," he said, quieter. "Not much a man can say to that."
He jabbed a thumb down the path ahead. "We're heading to Mira anyway. Closest place with people dumb enough to offer ferry service to the Islands. We need to report… whatever the hell this all was." He took another look at the massive wreckage left by the Moon Flayed King.
"Report? to the guild?" Ludwig asked.
His voice dropped lower. "To a group of Vampire Hunters."
That caught Ludwig's attention. His steps slowed slightly.
"Vampire Hunters?" he asked.
Timur nodded. "That's what they call themselves, yeah."
Robin reappeared at their side—no words, just a quiet nod, barely more than a ghost in motion. Gorak trudged behind him like a silent tower.
"They're not the real deal," Timur continued. "Just some enthusiasts. The real Covenant? Long gone. Centuries ago."
