Bang!
A middle-aged man from the Birdmen race slammed a cup at the wall, shattering it, "A prince! A prince of ours has been kidnapped. And what the fuck have the lot of you done? You have yet to find a trace of him!"
"Useless!" He shouted in anger, causing the room itself to grow old, turning mouldy as if it hadn't been tended to for decades.
The subordinates shivered in response, saying, "But my Lord, Lord Bilfuren was accompanying Prince Boznan as his guard. There was no way something could happen to the Prince, so we didn't pay much attention to…"
"Are you giving me an excuse?" The middle-aged Birdmen snorted in anger as the room had now become dilapidated, dull, despite the lights being as bright as the start. But their luminescence just seemed to be getting absorbed by the decay around it.
