And just as Arad was talking with Alcott, his senses picked up on something. He could see and hear the chaos through the eyes of his Void Crow. One of the vampire battalions had encountered a massive cult of demon-worshipping werewolves that once followed Alaric. And as Arad expected, they were scheming and working with those who worshiped Sawless to get their revenge on Arad.
Arad could see the vampire paladin holding her shield up, swinging her axe left and right against a horde of frenzied werewolves. The nuns behind her were struggling to kill the stragglers who escaped the paladin's blade.
Arad looked at his father, "A horde of werewolves, northwest. There are around a hundred of them."
Alcott lifted an eyebrow, "That should be a cult with those numbers. Need someone to deal with them? I've been rusting here for a long time."
Arad nodded, put his hand on Alcott's shoulder, "Thank you, Dad." And then teleported him away.
