Oblivion stared at the cube his sister had given him. It had glowed once when he thought he had opened it, but to his bad luck, nothing happened. And nothing had for the past two days, he had tried so many spells but the seal holding the cube together was even stronger than even his most chaotic spells.
He was standing in the middle of what someone would call destruction, surrounded by rubble, broken wooden beams, and giant statues that had been reduced to nothing, the few that were still standing were in half or only the lower end remaining.
He then screamed with anger and carried a huge stone of what remained of the building and tossed it at the cube. He wasn't hoping to break it, but he needed somewhere to direct his anger.
