Leyk had to hurry a bit, jumping over a few dozen corpses and a few many squirming worms he had left alive or killed, looking at the two dead scribe-rank beings that had truly not even stood the tiniest of chances, rushing to catch up with the others, being slightly debilitated because his hands were both holding the stones containing the powers Manug had been speaking off, Leyk still not remembering their names.
They were about six hundred feet ahead of him but it did not take long, with him deciding to run over the cliff and jump down, trusting in the resilience of his newfound endurance and regenerative capabilities, breaking his leg but healing it very fast, even waiting a few hundred feet ahead of them now, about halfway down the great mountain as he noticed later on.
When they finally met once again, the others being quite surprised at his location he also asked Kehit to hold the stones in her pouch who readily agreed, be it that Avere seemed slightly confused because of the fact that Leyk was so much more trusting than he was.
On the other hand, Leyk mused inwardly as Avere's thoughts had become rather scarce and lonely in his head, most of the talking and acting being taken over by the more proactive Leyk, he had also not been talking with Kehit for as long and as much as he had been doing.
It took them another two hours to descend further, most of the others being rather against breaking their limbs such as Leyk had done to come down, something that the burly guy seemed to have bene slightly disgusted by, Kehit nodding as if she had done that once before and the burly guy once more reacting to that as well, sighing in annoyance as an old memory of his popped up all over again, Avere noting down that such a way of acting might be rather common with vampires if two vampires were both doing that independently from each other.
A reason the descend took longer than the ascend, though, except for the rather long break of course, was that they also didn't talk, so they focused on counting, making the time seem longer than it had actually been, only Kehit and Leyk talking a bit, but often stopping, both of them having talked too much and going out of ideas for now, deciding to try and talk with others.
Kehit first tried to talk with Avere as Leyk tried to converse with Ohrren, but Kehit failed because Avere was rather apathetic and simply already annoyed at having had to listen to her constant talking with Leyk who failed at talking with Ohrren because he had the constant longing to punch him in the face caused by vampires seemingly having enhanced hearing as well, resulting in him falling back to Kehit and walking behind the others who were notably slower than the two vampires, allowing them to match their pace rather than having the to her two following them through the rather thick forest that had been hidden behind the mountain, stretching for a few miles before they finally reached another chain.
If they were completely honest, some of them had definitely expected to instantly find the city in this seemingly endless plane, but they had to admit that that was pure foolishness, they would probably have to cross a few more islands before even getting a whiff of the city they were supposed to be save at.
Or so they thought, instead, after having walked for a few more hours, crossing over a hundred miles with terrifying efficiency, never resting, never slowing down, and being driven forward by their very muscles being accelerated by their own mana, they saw a rather lean, muscular man with palish complexion, wielding a great two-sided crimson battle axe, coloured as deep as blood, and probably having seen more than enough of that liquid, wearing nothing but a white loincloth that looked like an old rag with some golden threads woven into it, his entire presence feeling as if it was about to announce endless peril, as if the very flames of hell were about to come out and devour the world as the four of them knew it.
They did not yet know the name of the person, they did not even dare to try and run, only Leyk still thinking calmly, but still deciding to remain because that man, a bit taller than even him at 6'8, with his amber eyes, his rather sharp teeth that he was somehow able to make out from even this far away, perhaps another thing to thank his new red eyes for, was surely able to both easily catch them within a mere instant, and perhaps with even greater ease, killing them within less of a single instant.
After a few minutes of just standing there, all of them praying that the man would just walk past them, nor even thinking about the seemingly far-away possibility of the creature that could only be called as such coming to help the five of them, he had arrived, standing sixty feet away from them, trying to gift them some sense of normalcy and safety which he did however fail at quite miserable, Avere and Ohrren, Akrisen sitting on his shoulder, still as if he was a toddler, standing in front before Leyk pushed himself before them, not to defend, but to see who that was, and because he had felt as if it was him that the new threat was looking at.
Meanwhile the fiery seeming man just opened his mouth, waited a mere instant before pointing at Leyk and asking in a rather melodramatic and deep voice, as if trying to both intimidate them even further and alleviate their worries by a tiny bit, leaving out not even the tiniest doubt that they would be capable of lying to him.
"Are any of you Cades Kirgun?" saint Lawrence asked brashly, smiling as he saw both Leyk and Avere react, seemingly expecting the one in front, the 6'4 vampire that seemed to be the strongest as the leader, and most likely also the one he was searching for.