Sidney Quentin knelt in the General's Palace for a night, the chilling cold wind howling and cutting into his bones.
At the break of dawn, he bowed his head and left, instructing all of his elite forces to investigate the matter thoroughly.
He refused to believe that this was an accidental fire, someone must have intentionally set it.
Five days later, Sidney Quentin received a thick dossier, his eyes bloodshot after finishing reading it, his hatred surging like a turbulent sea. He slammed his fist down onto the table in anger.
"Joshua Caesar, I swear you will not die a peaceful death!"
The roar was like the howl of a wolf on the prairie, carrying a distinct sorrow.
He summoned all his trusted generals, knelt on the cold ground, pleading for their forgiveness for his selfishness.
Even if it meant breaking the peace and starting a war, he would drag the Emperor off his throne and grind his bones to ashes!
All his trusted generals obeyed him, submitting to his command loyally.
