Whoever said patience made things better must not have really been in the Penta's shoes, because here and now, patience meant nothing. Patience was harsher than anything they could have wished for.
They were going crazy, you'd think it had been hours since the drops of blood were released but it had merely been seconds, maybe a minute, but they were not sure. They were tense, worried and for the first time, they were collectively scared of the outcome of this all.
What if everything was decoded wrongly?
What if they had failed in their mission?
Their alpha king and enforcer were already on a rampage against the ferals, so what of them?
What would they even do if this shit wouldn't work?
Would they summon the moon goddess?
