We Can Never Really Know
The sandy beach that just moments ago bore witness to a horrifying spectacle was now a landscape painted with a mishmash of emotions.
The people of Naiadon Tribe were huddled together in their shared dread, their eyes wide, glistening with horror and disbelief as their gaze was fixated on the spot where their beloved consort had been consumed by the eerie green flames. Whispers of worry rippled through the crowd, their dread palpable, creating an air of anguish.
Standing among the crowd were the Umbralfiends, their expressions a kaleidoscope of shock, confusion and a hint of fear.
Their princess' cherished companion, the baby Kraken had met the same strange fate. Some muttered of devilish magic, their gaze darting towards the eerie dark skies, as if praying to the devils and begging for mercy.
Since both of them disappeared and the royal consort seemed sick, they felt he couldn't have done anything on purpose.