It had been many years since Dranicula ventured out into the streets of Belazir, his apprentice saw to his many needs, slowly he walked; his staff tapping the cobbles as he went. Life itself had been good to him over the many years since he had left his home planet. There were many screams that day; many screams of people dying, he heard them so plainly even though they were only in his head; they were screams from the sky temple that he knew so well. Dranicula had not been to the sky temple for quite some some time, but he was being drawn there this day.