That was a family crest, but not just any family crest, it was that of Rogue’s deceased leader: Dzho Wulfgard. ‘But how can this be? Is it really him? He died!’ Rogue thought. Then it all hit Rogue. ‘We never found his body. Just discarded armor. And it was next to a toxic river, of course! He must have mutated!’ Rogue was dumbfounded. ‘Какой идиотизм! Why did we not think of this before?!’ He was feeling mixed emotions. He was happy that his mentor lived, but upset that he had mutated. And even more despaired that it was his mission to end him.