His roar echoed through the throne room, shaking the chandeliers. Advisors flinched, guards stiffened, and the attending ladies backed away in fear.
"It's always that damn low-born scum!!!!"
Kimar sat back on his throne, seething with rage. He snatched the report and began reading, his eyes widening further with each line.
"It's always that damn shithead who ruins everything!"
"Your Majesty?" the royal advisor bowed cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That damn low-born sent his troops to defend Tybalt and completely wiped out a 10,000-strong main attack force with just 200 soldiers, this report says!"
Everyone in the room fell silent, not daring to speak.
"This report mentions… some kind of magic that explodes from the sky and rains destruction from above. We don't even understand how it works, it's nothing like any magic we've ever seen!"
