In his massive wolf form, Eryx turns to Morgana's parents, and without any resistance, they crawl away.
Their limbs scrape the ground in a frantic, graceless retreat, pride shattered as they flee under the weight of Eryx's crushing presence.
The muscles in his massive shoulders ripple with restrained aggression as he watches them go, his pitch-black fur bristling faintly, his eyes unblinking and cold.
Not a sound escapes his throat, no growl, no snarl... only that unshakable dominance that forces them to their knees and drives them away like disgraced vermin.
When things start to calm down, Eryx releases everyone.
The suffocating grip that had settled over the gathering slowly lifts, like a thick fog unraveling under dawn.
The place begins to breathe again. People who had frozen in place glance cautiously around, as if unsure whether it's truly safe to move.
