Wyatt manically laughed. "Surprised, everyone?-"
Just when Wyatt was about to finish his words, Athena came down in a second like a flicker of light and captivated him with her golden strings. "Trying to outsmart a Lord, aren't we?" She stared daggers at Wyatt, or perhaps a newly grown Masked Man.
"Oh, I already have..." Just as soon as he uttered his words, his flesh melted into liquid with only his cloths remaining. Suddenly, the culprits who had daggers on their throat kept having burnt faces one by one but it didn't gradually grow on them. The burn reached from near Wyatt to people outside the castle.
Slowly it reached a person on a prismatic crane that was descending downwards and then finally it reached a hooded man in Jotunheim. As soon as it reached him, he covered his face in a mask and immediately started to run towards the port.
Erland quietly uttered. "Urd, Verdandi, and Skuld. (Kelsye, where are you?)"
