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-- Ha-ha, well, that's better! Trophies are displayed for the public to mock, and the defeated monsters become legends! Tell my descendants about me, you little brats! -- Zuter said before he died. As he fell to the ground, he tried to do one more thing: break the vials of the potion with the mass of his body, all that he had left at that moment. How little he could have known at that moment! But this last, feeble effort could still preserve his secret. The liquid from these vials mixed with his abundant blood, forming a corrosive, foul-smelling sludge on the floor, and a terrible scream came from his throat. The strangeness of this scream was enhanced by the fact that it was uttered from a corpse already lying on the floor. His eyes opened wide, and his gaze froze on the dead commander, whose stubbornness had made him lose everything, gaining nothing. Thus ended the life (if it was even a life) of Ernst Zuter, a scientist and a bit of a vampire from the Southern Border.