(October 04, 1987)
"You're Zlork's top killers. Please explain to me how you've failed to bring an innocent, naive princess here?" Rugal questioned, his voice measured but laced with disappointment.
He sighed, rubbing his temple as frustration gnawed at him. "You're lucky the King isn't here; you'd be nothing but garden compost by now."
The ten soldiers in the meeting hall shuddered at the thought. Rugal's presence alone was intimidating, but the King's wrath was something else entirely. The vivid image of being reduced to dust by the King's fury loomed in their minds, making them squirm uncomfortably in their seats.
"I trust that you won't fail again?" Rugal's voice grew sharper, the undertone of menace unmistakable. Though he presented a gentler facade, the bloodlust that coursed through his veins was palpable. His loyalty to the King and the thrill of conquest meant he tolerated no failures.
