The Timoratus
"Back home?" Ruslan absentmindedly repeated, "Yes, I wouldn't think there was much to talk about with the souls trapped in the pits of hell."
"Trapped?! Their misdeeds led them into the pits," Ackey proudly clarified, "We were simply the keepers!" before resentfully stomping on the ground like a child.
But as a result of that random action, the entire city lightly trembled from the force while the space warped around him.
Ruslan staggered back and all the color vanished from his face.
"I-I didn't mean to imply-" he tried to explain himself but the irritable Pan cut him off.
"Enough, explain yourself! Why have you called upon us? We are needed elsewhere."
Fixing his glasses, Ruslan took a much more subservient posture before continuing.
"Yes! There have been a few developments in the last few days and I thought the Prince might want to know."
"The Prince?" Ackey glanced at Pan before stepping forward, "You are going to tell something to the Prince? What is it?"