Two minutes before Clark's rampage:
"I can't believe I forgot my storage ring in that repulsive place," Lyari muttered, her expression unpleasant.
The low whispers of the citizens as she passed through the lush roads filtered through her ears.
"Isn't that Princess Lyari? One of the High Order members?" A male elf whispered with an expression filled with awe.
"Who do you think you are to mention her name without kowtowing fifty times? I wish you'll die." Another male responded with a harsh voice, but his expression was equally infatuated.
'Foolish citizens. They think I enjoy being in the midst of those arrogant fools?' Lyria's expression was unreadable as she entered into a spatial formation located just below a high tower.
The formation sparkled with red and blue colors, lined in a circular position around a complex rune-inscribed formation.
Her body warped into the room, and the sight that she met managed to give even her a massive shock.
