"Goddamn it!" Blare cursed into the thin air as soon as he realized that the ring of fire was missing. He didn't know when and where he lost it.
The abandoned castle was filled with broken tiny pieces of glasses when he threw everything into the floor out of anger.
His only son– Brian Dobinson took a deep breath and took steps closer to his furious father.
He said, "You don't have to worry about the ring of fire, father. I had already sent hundreds of my men to look at every corner from here to the last place you visited."
Blare Dobinson narrowed his eyes and looked intently into his son's face. His words somehow brought solace and comfort to his mind that was filled with anger and disappointments.
A sarcastic smile suddenly showed on to his face, changing the dark vibe he had earlier.
"That's what I like about you, son. I know you will never disappoint me specially at this time of catastrophe." He said calmly.
