Long, slow hours dragged on as the night grew late. The servants had long been dismissed and no dinner was had.
Kath'tan had been slowly losing his patience and his sanity, no longer caring about Dulce's request. But he exercised impressive restraint regardless, a crumpled piece of silverware on the table next to him.
Asael was the first to break, warping right from the table. Dulce wasn't the kind to go against his promise to return for so long unless something had gone wrong.
Without a word, two other figures flashed after him. All three had been to the witch's shop before so they appeared right inside, taking in the carnage at roughly the same time.
"Dulce!" Kath'tan was immediately on the move, searching through the ruins of the shop.
Asael did the same but much quieter, dissipating into black mist.
