"Good. It is done." Saying that with a calm smile, the Void Sovereign's gaze drifted to his own hands, which were beginning, faintly, to lose color.
"I will fade momentarily. Before I do, here's one last piece of advice."
Stan waited.
"You will encounter beings, in the years ahead, who claim to represent the returning races. Some will be honorable. Some will not. Do not treat any of them as monolithic. The vampires I sent away included honorable clans and predatory ones. The werewolves included wise packs and vicious ones. The demihumans, or beastkins, as they preferred to be called, covered a spectrum of natures too wide to summarize. Judge each faction, each clan, each individual on their own merits. Do not let old fears from my era define your responses in yours."
Stan nodded; "Understood."
"And Camilla Dragomir."
