Ravina stood in the shadows, her eyes wide in horror, as she watched the chaos unfold before her. Her father had finally woken, but not in the state she expected. Rage consumed him, his eyes wild and unfocused, as if he were battling demons only he could see.
His screams and growls echoed through the hall, a guttural clamor that sent shivers down Ravina's spine. He tried to tear his clothes, his nails digging into the fabric, leaving it shredded and torn. Then, he turned his fury on the walls, clawing at them as if attempting to escape from something. Paintings were ripped from their places, crashing to the floor in a shower of glass and splinters.
"Father!" Ravina called in an attempt to stop him and redirect his attention, but it was as if he couldn't hear her.
