Smoke walked along a path in the forest, he heard a noise from a tree and immediately aimed his blade toward the noise and fired off the rounds in its four barrels not bothering to look at it, just walking, in a neverending path toward where the ancient Spirit Temple had once been. he caught a glimpse of Cyph and Marana as he walked, but ignored them, as he had been taught to ignore everyone. But after a moment he had to turn and look, he compared Marana to a picture he'd seen of the spirits once in a book, nearly burnt to pieces, after a moment he shook his thoughts away. He knew that the spirits had either died off or hidden, she couldn't be one.