Distrust
"Wait, I'm not following you." Itziar raised her hands in the air, asking for time to let her reason out what was happening. "Have I changed? Do you even know me"
Deep laughter resounded within the pantheon. The ether that was crushing both beasts and humans dissipated like sand in the wind.
(What is it that you don't understand? I was obviously testing you), replied the brizzio, gloating at the girl's confused expression. (Let's say yes, but no), it added and sat on the floor.
The beasts took the opportunity to withdraw from the place, escaping through doors, swimming quickly through the canal, or flying away.
Within seconds, the atrium was completely empty.
The only ones who stayed were the brizzio, the three women, and the sealhix who had brought them.
"Yes, and no?" Itziar frowned, her level of bewilderment through the roof.