It was a gloomy day in the Ruinated Region. With the dark clouds slowly approaching from the distance, this day was about to turn even gloomier for the group of wizards traversing through the deep forest.
"Prince Philip, we haven't found any trace of these assassins. It's been two months since the search! If we continue any longer, we will incur the resentment of the searching parties and the court…", a wizard apologetically advised. Despite the damp environment he was in, his purple wizard robes remained dry.
"Do you think I care about that? They can stuff all their unhappiness to their families later!", Prince Philip angrily retorted, pointing his finger at his subordinate, "I will not let this treachery rest that easily. Those who mess with the Royal Family shall suffer its wrath! This is my brothers we are talking about so stop dilly-dallying and start searching, you stupid ingrate!"
