"E-Eris? Are you okay?" I shakes her arms, worrying.
Her body is trembling. Her grip on my hand tightens. Her complexion is unnaturally pale, like someone lost inside a terrifying nightmare.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Korum, the silver-haired wolfman, chimes in, his brow furrowing in concern. His one remaining arm twitches slightly as if he's debating whether to reach out.
"Eris?" I ask again.
It takes a few long, tense seconds before Eris finally stirs. She blinks rapidly as if breaking free from a trance.
"A-aah, I'm… I'm fine, I was just… too shocked," she forces out.
"Yeah…" Korum mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. "I think we all were. Who would've thought… three of the big five guilds of Zehrak would fall apart, just like that?"
Eris straightens, regaining some of her composure.
Her expression hardens.
"How?" she asks, her voice firm and demanding. "How did this happen?"
