The Other Side

The twin sisters' faces twitched, barely restraining themselves from pummeling the painter who sported an obnoxiously proud and mocking smile. Alright, the painter was also skilled at deceiving those around him when he put his mind to it. This was probably his petty revenge for being coerced into action by Eris.

However, his gloating smirk froze immediately when he peeked around the other side. If the barren land they had just traversed seemed inhospitable, what lay beyond the torn membrane spelled their doom.

"Myrmid's balls..." Pictorus cursed under his breath, shattering the gentlemanly image he had so meticulously crafted.

He already regretted tearing that membrane. Fragile as it was, it might have held a little longer without his meddling…