Atticus appeared in the skies of Eldoralth in a burst of light.
"Well?"
Not even a second passed before Whisker appeared before him, asking with a smile filled with expectation.
"We would be joining in a month's time," Atticus said, and his next words froze the smile that had been about to form on Whisker's face.
"…but we might have a problem."
Whisker frowned. Somehow, he felt cautious and excited at the same time. Problems always equaled more drama, which equaled more grins for him.
However, if it was a problem too much for them to handle… then it could end in their deaths. He didn't want that.
"I don't want to repeat myself again. I'll tell all of you together."
As Whisker nodded, Atticus focused, feeling the world. He narrowed in on multiple people, and the air around him distorted.
In the next instant, five figures appeared all around them, each one visibly shocked at the sudden teleportation.
