((eeek so much pressure
))
The crowned wolf chuckled as he looked around the room, which now only - visibly - held Cassandra, Vi, Cami, and himself.
"My my, I didn't expect so much to fall into place perfectly so quickly... Perhaps these dim-witted fools are really as childish as my host remembers..."
His grin suddenly twisted in pain, and he growled. His claws curled cruelly and his back arched over.
He growled in a darker, more sinister voice. "Forgive me, my children. There is a certain matter that needs to be tended to."
With that, he sat down and closed his eyes.
After a few moments, Attu and Leiton materialized on opposite sides of the room. Both of them were bleeding rather badly. Leiton had tears streaming down his cheeks, but whether they were tears of anger or of sadness, it was impossible to tell. Attu, however, looked fairly satisfied, with a thin smirk adorning his snow-white face.