“Well, at least she’s no longer trashing her room. And who knows? Maybe she’ll take out her tantrum on one of our enemies if we’re lucky,” the Last Breath of Tyhpon mused. Enom shrugged, and went back to reminding his family members what the price of failure was, their agonized cries echoing across a vast stretch of Quilloth’s otherwise empty darkness.
Meanwhile, with Philia, she rushed towards the area where she’d felt the flicker of her dear companion’s essence.
“Don’t worry, Jellik, I’m coming for you, my love!” she declared aloud, madness and affection burning bright in her crimson eyes.