Outside the spatial pocket, in the dense forest behind The Wolf Tribe's mountain.
A few men were still anxiously waiting here.
Soren Phoenix was pacing back and forth, fanning fiercely with his fire-red feather fan, so anxious that bubbles nearly popped from his mouth as he grumbled, "Why aren't they out yet? Why aren't they out yet? It's driving me crazy."
Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Jade, and Malachi Arcanus all looked calm, only getting a little dizzy from Soren's frantic movements.
But they understood how Soren felt, so for once, nobody said anything.
The Golden Silkworm King, for whatever reason, hadn't left either and was still waiting in place.
Mael Valerius leaned against a tree trunk, his dark gold eyes occasionally glancing toward where Luna Sutton had disappeared.
He was already irritable at heart, but with Soren constantly pacing before his eyes, his mood just got worse.
"Can you chill out for a minute?"
