[If I kill you along with the Dhampir and seal your mouth, Birkyne and Gubamon will never know about my failures! Die!] (Sercrent) Sercrent could feel that the Dhampir was emitting an unusual presence. Though it wasn't as powerful as his or Eleanora's, the reason he had been talking so much might have been to shake himself and his followers free of that presence. However, those words would lead to Sercrent meeting the most terrible of fates. [What did you say just now?] (Vandalieu) Ah, the Demon Eyes weren't having any effect after all. Even as she stared at the Dhampir, petrified with fear, Eleanora forgot the pain of her wound and felt a strange sense of relief. Relief at the fact that those eyes were not looking at her.