Safe to say, one Elven Prince who had been waiting for his most-awaited news couldn't have been more livid as he crushed the small device in his hand.
The delicate instrument gave a sharp crack beneath his fingers, its surface fracturing into thin, spiderweb lines that made the holographic projection flicker.
It was the kind of anger that steamed rather than exploded, the sort that filled a room slowly until even the air felt heavy.
Because of that, Elven Aide Bram had the sense to remain a few steps away from his master. Not out of cowardice, but experience. The Prince was not the sort to shout when he was furious. If anything, the quieter he became, the more likely it was that objects in the room would suddenly find themselves thrown with frightening precision.
Honestly, Bram's only saving grace was that this disaster hadn't been his report.
Prince Eren himself had chosen to spare time from his schedule to personally watch the fruition of his plan unfold.
