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A whoop echoed through the halls of the compound. The Three had been gone for a few days, but it appeared they had returned.

The Eagle burst into the throne room of the castle. The unrestrained energy surrounding her was uncharacteristic, but she didn't seem to care. "We got it!" she cheered, pumping her armored fists into the air with an almost manic laugh. "By the gods, we did it!"

The Jackal and the Hyena followed after, albeit with less frenzy. The cult leader seemed amused as he watched the Eagle dance around the room. He held a large shard of broken pottery in his hands, and he looked over at the Raccoon's workshop, but the maskmaker was nowhere to be found. Apparently, he was looking for him.

The Hyena balked in the doorway. He was typically subdued, but right now he looked downright miserable. his broad shoulders were hunched, as if he was trying to appear smaller, and his gaze was trained on the floor.