THE PLAINS REGION
CENTRAL PLAINS
IMPERIAL RESIDENCE, THRONE ROOM
'Is this report really credible?! Are you trying to make me angry?! HUH!' Azief was sitting on his dragon throne when he suddenly threw a fit.
He shouts and his anger overwhelm the room as the throne had a slight crack on its handle.
His face was flushed red. The officials all shut their mouths and look at the ground and began prostrating.
They look up at the seven feet platform in which Azief sits on his dragon throne and gulped in fear and trepidation.
'Well!!!'
'We don't know, City Lord. W..e only got a par..tial transmission from our spies.' The man answers, his voice stuttering and sweat filled his back, his hand trembling in fear.
Azief glared at the man and stomp his feet on the platform and it produce a sound like something cracked
Black smoke rises up from Azief feet, and fog of darkness started to fill the throne room, making everyone feel suffocated
