Magnus walked out of the temple. In his hands he held his two short swords now with a slight blue misty tinge to them. The priests had been very helpful at bleesing his weapons for him. Although he thought it strange, they had seemed to know all about him being an Ark Vampire and yet had not sent him away. Anyway, now was no time to worry about such things. His blessed blades could now stand up to vampires meaning that when he met his father again he could kill him. The priests had confirmed the rumors he had heard. His father was working for the elf emperor and had become one of his right hand men. Now Magnus just had to find the rest of his team.