Therion
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The small workshop creation began to rouse, scratching around her ears doing exactly what he had hoped it would. “Moon can do it!” Sibylle gave Therion the same look she always did, stood up, then began to exchange hostile looks with the remaining teams.
Theri’s hand withdrew from the cat’s head and clapped against the other; his feet smoothly turned on his heels until he could scan the crowd. “Great! So we’re all set to win the crown game.” His eyes continued to briefly take note of every face in the room, until his gaze settled on Li-Seo. “Good for us, eh?”
“Hey, I got it working!” The bell that started the next round let out its shrill ring. Without hesitation, the first cell door sprang open as an identical trio emerged, their entire bodies wrapped in white bandages. A single member of the trio wore a crimson red robe, his blue eyes peeking out from beneath the bandages; it was his voice that addressed Artellis.
“Have you considered joining Veindall?” The crimson-robed figure stared straight at the leader of the team. The two that were with him moved in perfect sync, slowly taking up positions on either side of Sybil. “You’re well-suited for it.”