"WHAT IN TARNATION IS THIS BULLSH*T NOW? HAVEN'T WE HAD ENOUGH!?"
A red-faced Lumien rumbled at the ferocious clouds over his head, all his panic, fear, and hesitation channeling into extreme rage that he found no other outlet to vent.
A couple of warriors stood behind him, looking at each other with an expression that said, 'This old thing finally broke.'
"I SWEAR IF DANULO THAT BASTARD IS RELATED TO THIS OR ANY HARM COMES TO MY DISCIPLE, I'LL CHOP HIS–"
"Alright, that's enough, Lumien, the search must go on."
Lumien's dramatic monologue and his unshakeable spirit to question the heavens dissipated quickly when the tired voice of the Senior Mage Golver interrupted him. Even the warriors behind him were startled when they suddenly noticed someone else standing beside them.
Lumien quickly gulped to moisten his sore throat after all the screaming and gave Golver an humble nod as a greeting and a way to indicate that he understood his words.
