Broken Deep Down

Wolfe let out a low growl, tail wagging slowly.

The mental cultivator nodded in response. "But there is also bad news." He said, causing the large metallic beast's jet-black eyes to narrow.

"Hold on." Roley said, stepping closer to the two. "What is going on? Why did you do that?"

Der followed suit, armor clunking gently as he stepped closer. The hold onto his weapon's handle relaxed, and his hand once again went to rest over the pommel.

Aeron looked at the two with uncertain eyes, but then, a puff of hot air washed over from his side. "Alright." Aeron told the large wolf before once again turning to face the two. "The change in Daniel's psyche. I have had a theory about its cause, and I think I have confirmed it."

"Explain." Der said. Voice slightly muffled by the white-gold helmet he was wearing.