Gaunt stood in the shadows watching as the creatures gathered around a small altar, much like the one he'd seen depicted on the spire he had studied.
One of the creatures stood in the center, leading the chanting. Gaunt surmised he was the priest, or shaman. The priest creature lifted up a small, onyx crystal that was flat on each side and the other beasts bowed before the priest as a light flared from within the crystal.
The light seemed to spread out and engulf the entire room, Gaunt included. He could not see and had turned away, shielding his eyes.
Then the light was gone, and Gaunt looked around as his eyes adjusted to his new surroundings. He was in a heavily wooded area, just off a hillside. He sounds of battle nearby. Creeping off to the side, Gaunt peered over a ridge and noticed the beasts fighting off a group of highlanders. They must be mad. Surely they know they cannot defeat these things.
Gaunt watched as one of the seemingly berserk warriors swung his Claymore in a wide arc and shattered the small crystal the creatures had used to travel between worlds. They've been stuck here for centuries.
Gaunt felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped, startled. He turned and looked face to face with Drake Marshall and Link Fox. "Edmund, are you okay?" Drake asked.
Gaunt turned away and put his glasses on again. Link Fox looked over the corpse of the wendigo. "Man, this guy stinks."
"The wendigoes have been trapped on our world for centuries, with no way home. This one was coming to meet them, he was going to return them. . ." Gaunt began.
"How was he gonna do that?" Link Fox asked, as he began tossing a small, black crystal up in the air.
"With that." Gaunt answered, pointing at the crystal.
"Oh." Link said, as Drake took the crystal from him.
"We have to get rid of these things." Drake stated firmly.
It was at that moment, that the group of wendigoes chose to enter the room by violently smashing through the walls of a neighboring room and surrounding the Vanguardians. "Excellent idea, Drake." Link commented.
