The bright glow from the mystic Onion Ring shone brightly in the room. Vlad cried his protests as Bela faded from everybody’s sight. Fig attempted to shield his eyes as Woeisme dashed forward to try and join her increasingly translucent mother.
“What have you done?” hissed Jakob as he hefted the Impeeler to eye level. He demanded that the spud tell him what happened to Bela.
Vlad clawed at Jakob’s hands demanding to be released. “Release me,” he demanded, “and I will tell you all I know.”
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