"RAAAAAWR!"

The berserkers already in attack mode charged him. Nevan swatted the first one away sending it flying like a cannon, momentarily forgetting to destroy the head so they would stay down. This was all the Old man needed to see though to start freaking out. 'Shit what the hell is that thing, those bastards never reported something like this around here' Sweating he watched on as Nevan started to swipe the heads off of the berserkers, 'No time, he's killing them to fast, gotta hurry with the ritual.' The old guy thought, believing that his ancestors could save him.

The old guy at the altar raised his hands eyes glowing green he chanted- "Hear me my ancestor, the great jaguars of old, I, your humble descendant have prepared your offering so that you may rise again." slamming his hands down on to the altar sending magic into it, activating the ritual circle.

Nevan just finished killing the last berserker when the circle expanded, encompassing everyone nearby. With his instincts going wild telling him to escape the circle, he quickly fled off to the side to watch, he did feel a slight tug before he made it out of the circle.

That tug he felt was the circle taking some of his magic, which in turn boosted the circle's power allowing the gate now forming above to triple in size.

Nevan snorted at this, 'Your lucky to get a taste of my power, you undead filth, luckily I didn't stay in the circle longer though, even if I can regenerate whatever I lose it would make the ones coming out that much more annoying.'

The circle was sucking the magic essence out of all the werejaguars and black-robed people, leaving dried up husks. Stabilizing the now giant portal, the old man spoke, "I, your humble servant Vincenzo Hardesty the 9th welcome you to the new age!" with glowing green eyes he sent out a call through his bloodline so they would know his location. He then fell to his knees panting exhausted from overuse of magic.

It wasn't long before 3 big jaguars fell through the gate landing with a loud thud one right after the other.

Nevan seeing this frowned, 'It actually worked, magic certainly can never be underestimated it seems.' but it was soon replaced with a grin as he turned into his wolf form so he could say hi to old friends.

The 3 jaguars looked around, missing Nevan who was now crouched down in the shadows waiting to say hi. The head Jaguar that was slightly bigger than the other 2 stood out looking towards Vincenzo, "You did good, excellent in fact, we're even bigger than when we were alive...." The jaguar paused looking around one more time before continuing, "How did you do it, looking around I don't see many bodies, it's hard to believe this was enough to have these kinds of results."

Vincenzo sweated a little hoping they wouldn't be to mad with him, "Ah, about that, there was an intruder, a creature I've never seen before, he escaped right before the circle took to much of his powers though, I believe he's what boosted your powers."

"Describe it." asked one of the jaguars in a deep irritated tone, not liking the fact that they were summoned into an unknown situation. The other 2 jaguars agreeing with this sentiment sent dagger-like stares towards Vincenzo.

Now with a drenched back, Vincenzo started describing Nevan, "Oh...well, he was big and he was black colored...." he paused as he saw the jaguars tense after hearing black, but they quickly shook it off not believing he could be alive, "Go on."

"....Yes well, he also had orange eyes." Vincenzo said before quickly cowering as the jaguar's pupils dilated at the word orange and then unleashed their bloodline pressure towards him, "What!...did you say, did you say orange eyes? Quick tell us the truth was it a black wolf with orange eyes?" They asked practically yelling at him at this point.

Vincenzo now bleeding from all his orifices curled up on the ground and managed to squeak out, "Yes he did look like a wolf"

Growling in anger the head jaguar ran up and stomped on him in a fury of rage turning him into a meat paste before turning to other two who had the hairs on their back standing up, "Relax, it's impossible for him to still be alive, at most its his filthy descendant who we'll take our revenge upon."

Nevan seeing them visibly relaxed, 'That's my queue.' ran towards them at super-speed taking out the weakest, opening his jaws wide biting the head clean off. Despite there growth in size they were still a bit smaller then Nevan.

He looked towards the other two with blood dripping from his jaws, the sight was too much for the big cats to handle as one of them bolted off without hesitation. The head jaguar, however, managed to not freak out, but he was frozen in place from fear.

Nevan watching the one getting away leaned his head back like a gator and swallowing the head whole before following after it, yelling from behind- "Hey buddy don't you think that was a bit rude of you to just leave me hanging, we haven't seen each other in forever and that's how you respond to an old friend."

The jaguar didn't even hear him though as he was scared out of his mind, the boogie man from when he was alive that slaughtered them all was still walking around. The only thing on his mind was, escape.

As Nevan was having his fun with the escapee, the head jaguar had already given up any thought of escaping. Snapping out of his fear he looked down at the circle.

Nevan was now growing bored with no banter happening so he ended the chase and turned around to head back.

On the way back he made sure to kill the men at the camp who still didn't know or even notice anything that was going on.

Upon entering the tomb he felt something was wrong, but it was too late, the runic circle was now underneath him at the entrance of the tomb. The head jaguar laughed from the side as he activated it the moment he saw Nevan enter.