Bellator flips his satchel to the front of him, reaches in and pulls out some bandages

The blood starts to reach the circle, tracing the deep lines in a dark purple. As soon as the circle is complete, a figure appears.

“Please don't bandage that yet! It's important!”

“Who are you! She needs help!”

“The figure is faint but is clearly of a young woman. Her hair is tied up in a pony tail, and her bangs cover one eye. My name is Amara, that's my younger sister. I'm sorry that it came to this, but I needed to speak with you directly, and this was the only way to keep him away.”

“Keep who away?”

“I'm sure you know if you think about it.”

“Toriaku?”

“Yes, but I knew him better by the name we gave him in the village.”

“Alright, what do you need to tell me?”

“Samhain is going to tear this world apart, and then he's going to fight Veronica. If she dies, I need you to finish him off, for all of us. She looks around before finding what she was looking for.”

With a wave, a patch of earth lifts up and an ornate box floats out. “You will need to use this.”

The lid opens, revealing a thin black dagger, which Bellator picks up.

“Don't let Veronica know you have that, and don't let it cut you. If you can stab Samhain, we spirits can handle the rest.”

“Alright. I'll do my best.”

“Thank you, and please, protect her for me.” The figure fades and the blood soaks into the ground. The cut on Veronica's palm starts to seal again, a trail of smoke trickling up as the wound forms into a sigil on her palm. She jerks up, breathing heavily.

“Veronica, are you okay?”

“I think so. God my head hurts.” She winces in pain, holding her forehead. “What happened?”

“You passed out. I think from blood loss.”

She looks at her palm, confused but relieved. “Must be some stupid side effect. Oh well, nothing to do with it now.” She stands up, brushing herself off, then walking out among two trees into the forest.