Visible anger was plastered all over Milka's beautiful face, seemingly like a flaming flower garden as she sat still and calm. She was surrounded by four weak warriors that were swirling fire around them, ready to lay their lives for her. Sure, they could be called guards in reserve to their main purpose of being in the meeting palace but they were weak in a general comparison.
Reflection of the red flames by her sides was on her spotless-skinned face as she gently spoke, "Easy boys, let's not behave wild." Milka's command on the guards was immediate, who ASAP stopped the fire bending and stood in attention with their hands crossed behind them each attentively.
"Everyone should calm down and behave, at least for us to understand what is probably going on in a brighter picture." Her majestic approach of voice carried authority in it, which was suitable to struggle in managing to calm the tensed aggressive members of the Eldrix Crest; like a magical spell in thatÂ
