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“Hey is you! The young vampire and you brought friends.”

“I’m Joaquin and what are you guys trying to do?” he asked trying to get a sneak peak of what was going on behind Wynford.

“We are assaulting Voxx’s tower.” said Wynford.

“Voxx?!” exclaimed Joaquin.

“You know him?” asked Wynford, totally confused.

“I somewhat knew him in another world, but it’s nothing important. They are all different. I just-----”

There was a loud crash from the inside of the lighthouse, and Joaquin took the opportunity to run inside, followed by all the others. Wynford was shouting behind them. “Don’t! Damn!”

The inside was inexplicably large as if some kind of other dimension existed, trapped within its walls. The entire place resembled a stone dungeon, a gargantuan hourglass with sand as black as ebony towering in the center of the room.

Defending the hourglass with cape and shield was a hermit cloaked in white, stainless robes and holding a staff in one hand. Joaquin automatically recognized him, the snow white beard and bald head belonging to an ancient Voxx. There was a strange man fighting at his side. Joaquin’s vampiric senses told him that those two were somehow connected.

“Iran!” cried Wynford running to the aid of a woman who was being beaten severely by the vampire Etilan. “Get your filthy hands off her!” he shouted, throwing a punch into Etilan’s face. However, though the hit connected, the one in pain was Wynford. Etilan had somehow managed to harden his skin immensely before the blow could cause any damage. “What the?! Damn it!” Wynford held his broken hand tenderly, but he was in excruciation.

Etilan turned back to his previous contender and put his foot on her chest, pinning the bruised and bloody Iran to the ground. The strange man Joaquin had seen leading them earlier jumped to defend both of his partners. “Master Anderson?!” said Voxx with surprise.

“Dane, you’re alive?” Etilan choked, the color visibly draining from his face in the dimness, “We all thought you were dead!” He straightened and gave a stiff bow, uncertainty playing in his crimson eyes.

Dane looked as if he didn’t take in a single word they had said. His cold, green eyes reflected a complex nature. From the way his blond hair was unkempt and dirty and his face was stubbled it was obvious that he had recently been reintroduced to society. Like Etilan, Dane wore only a pair of tattered pants. The biggest difference between them was Etilan’s bronzed skin and long, black hair, completely opposite to Dane’s pallor.

In a flurry, Etilan threw his arms around Dane in embrace, but the reaction was a violent one. Joaquin’s eyes were incapable of following the movements, yet he was sure Dane landed more than eight punches in less than a second. A flash of red blossomed in Dane’s eyes in that moment, but it passed just as soon as it had come leaving a heaving Etilan wiping the blood from his face.

“Intruders!” shouted a vampire soldier and several members of the Corpse Control Corporation came rushing in.

“You’re done for,” said Voxx pointing his wooden staff at Dane who didn’t even flinch.

And just as Joaquin was going to react, Wynford sprung to his feet and held his hand strong to his heart.

“Please take Iran and run!” he held his ground as several soldiers came running toward him. A superheated thermal wave erupted from his body burning all them to ashes.

“Amazing mutants have come along way sense my departure.” said Yili running toward Iran when he was intersected by Etilan.