Chapter #33: The Funeral Part 1
In the depths of the abyss, four WMC convened around a table. Among them, the humanoid female WMC and the tentacle WMC were accompanied by two others.
"The orb may elude us, but we have successfully made our presence known," asserted the female WMC, her voice carrying a sense of authority.
Amidst the somber atmosphere, a small cat-like WMC, covered in shaggy fur and adorned with expressive eyes, spoke softly, "It's truly disheartening that he's gone."
The sentiment was shared by the others. However, the tentacle WMC's emotions took a darker turn. "We should exact vengeance on the humans, make them suffer for his demise."
But the female WMC interjected, "I understand your pain, but we must adhere to our plans and avoid further losses."
"Hell no, we lost one of our brothers to these humans, and we also lost the orb. We need to retaliate now, damn it," said the tentacle WMC with fiery anger.