The emergence of the amber tree was of catastrophic proportions, destroying a large part of the city, and even killing a few werewolves in the process.
William and Francis were holding on to dear life as the tree was expanding growing branches from every which way.
"What the f**k?! how much mama does this freak have?!" Francis shouted.
"Hang on! Where's Rook and Ganyu?" William asked.
Even in the face of danger, he was still a king who cared about those beneath him.
"They're by the base of the three, but look up there, Ben and Fin!" Francis pointed to the highest branch.
Fin was holding a heavily injured Ben in one hand and holding onto the tree branch with another.
No matter what way you looked at this situation, it was s**t.
The only person who could be happy about this was that
