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"Well," Ettelo threw up in hands in fake surrender, "I'd say diplomacy is not your strong suit, Sevra. It's about as charming as your appearance. I've only got on question for your clear intent on taking over Alcatone's kingdom...did you not have the balls to do it before we came walking through your front door?"

The Shadow dissipated from the ground, her eyes closing before they sunk through the ground. In this room of darkness, a brewing cauldron for Olette's darker half, Ettelo could hear the heartbeats of the guards hasten behind stone faces and she smirked invisibly to her company. The body of Sandal twitched and curled beside Alcatone, and Ettelo rose from the guard's shadow with her arms outstretched.

"You're playing your part well, Sevra..." the Shadow hissed. "I'll be sure to applaud as you perish!"

Almost gracefully, Ettelo dropped her arms and the shadows of every guard shot up behind them as tendrils from hell. The shadows gave a devastating growl as they wrapped their arms around the necks of their bodies and pulled them into the ground, disappearing beneath them. Ettelo laughed cruelly as her henchmen held on, choking their guard and cooing as they flailed. She slowly dissipated back to the floor looking at Alcatone with hazel eyes...the eyes of Olette.

"Alcatone," the Shadow said with a sharp tongue, "keep an eye out for me."