Antariskh was incensed to her zenith, and she was so angry that she lost control of her aura.
She was standing in the council chambers, ready to tear every member limb by limb.
"With all due respect, you are overreacting, and since your sister is indisposed for her incompetence, we need to appoint someone..."
"SHUT UP!"
"You thought you could attempt to assassinate my sister and get away with it."
Saidhal drew Antariskh attention as he spoke, "Sister Antariskh, you should calm down."
"Why should I calm down? When you all are shamelessly besmirching my sister's honour for surviving Your assassination attempt."
"Peace, sister, there is no need to waste your words for those mongrels."
Antariskh greeted her sister with a smile as one of the councillors opened her mouth, "You are late."
