[THE MIDLANDS]
"Finish your food, and start cleaning up... Now," Criselda said to the two beasts who looked at each other happily.
It was almost like they knew this was bound to happen. And so the high priestess had the horror of watching her two favorite idiots feed on the lycans king's arm, and chewing even the bones.
The sounds of bones crashing was not what Criselda had planned to listen to tonight, but then it wasn't like she had much of an option. She had to wait for them out.
"Are you okay?" Criselda asked her sister, who had gone awfully silent, unlike Zelina who was happily within the two beasts.
Nymeriah was worried and she had every right to do so. She had stayed three hundred years in the Udrad dungeons, and yet when she got out to find her son, all she saw was nothing. Nymeriah was wild with thoughts and frankly, she was thinking of the most unorthodox ways to make Edison talk.
Oh Nymeriah, what did you do?!! Thsi is bad bad, damn.