Brustiar and Gravitar got scared, feeling the silence in the air and the pressure that was slowly spewing out of them.
'We are finished.' Only that thought revolved around their heads.
"Do you even know what you are saying?" Luckily, the silence was broken by the ancestor on the left.
Brustiar answered with his head down. "Yes,"
That ancestor looked at Brustiar for a bit then gave a helpless sigh."Please, go easy on my grandson."
This ancestor was Brustiar's great grandfather, Bast. He was one of the major key reason Brustiar was able to become patriarch.
"Hmph, Don't think that just because he is your grandson, we will let him off." The ancestor on the right, who was known as Kus, harrumphed.
The one in the middle, named Pol, also chimed in. "You do know what we have lost? We lost our foundation, the very thing that made us."
Brustiar and Gravitar immediately knelt on their knees and started apologizing. "Please, ancestors forgive us."
