“Haha. I am back!” The cloaked figure’s cloak began to rip apart. The figure behind the cloak ripped it off and showed his entirety. Anonymous looked at Cerberus and saw only a small black pit bull was leftover from the magic being absorbed. The troubling part is that Cerberus had no more magic, or at least had a silence spell placed upon him. Anxiety filling his body. He should’ve payed more attention to the mythos here. Anonymous slowly realized he made an alliance with someone dangerous. 