Malim ran his hand through his long red hair as a sigh of frustration escaped his lips. The recent happenings all over the continent had thrown all his plans into chaos, and it had difficult listening to how many more people had suddenly 'awakened', and become Gifted overnight.
What irritated him even more was the fact that Sir Delk, his employer, had simply brushed off the matter, and ordered him to continue the attack on the Henshaw Dynasty.
While he would have loved to refuse Sir Delk's orders, he knew that the old lizardman's words were always those of wisdom, and that he always had a solid reason as to why he ordered his subordinates to act at certain times.
'He must have known that all of this chaos would erupt. That must be why he told me to halt our movements.' Malim cursed the old lizardman bitterly.
Knock. Knock.
Two firm knocks sounded against the wooden door of the room where he had holed up in.
"Enter." He said with a deep, irritated tone.
