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Hannibal's world spun around him as mis match lids were tightly shut. The dreadful sounds of the evening wildlife filled his still alert ears. Week old wounds healed promptly with attentive care from Circe and Obi. But, the emotional damage done to the token was something that no one could heal but himself. The mild shame that came with losing but what hurt most was being ripped away from his family. Archon did not know of his children and nor would the phantom let that information loose. Something could go wrong and Hannibal would much rather the anger be taken out on himself rather then his spawn.

The albino laid within the thicket just ten feet away from the shore of the lake. He was beneath a fallen tree in a makeshift den. He really didn't sleep much so the den did not matter. Every now and again his eyes flashed open to idly take in the surroundings before closing again. Sometimes the little flashes of firefly lights would come into view.