"I'm the Grand Duke of Blackwell, I know more than what you lot combined! Your ambitions would merit demise!"
In the winter sky, lead by Nathan, with three more distinct familiars behind him: one from Athan, then Veronica, and Sylvester.
Perched atop of Stravwuark, one of which was Arnold, who had the time to argue with Nathan in the middle of the flight.
Arnold bellowed when Nathan had been silent the whole time. "Have you gone mad?! Frozen Gorge?! That's similar to going directly to the lion's den! For twat's sake!"
Nathan agreed nonetheless, "Indeed! We will go there—"
Arnold scoffed, "Huh! Such confidence blinded you enough to navigate where it is even, eh?!"
"Even if I didn't, Lady Mystique had shown the way—"
"Preposterous! There's no way My Mysti would know."
"Then, you must not know her at all!" he rebutted as though he couldn't care less of his rambles.
