"You are taking me for granted, Cyrus Dragos!" Sergio yelled at Cyrus, who was sitting on his throne, bored, with one leg on top of the other.
Sergio's hands were chained behind his back, and he appeared to have gone a long time without eating.
Arthur and Victor, who were standing beside him, appeared intimidated by Cyrus' dark state. They had been standing in that position for a long time, Sergio yelling angrily, but Cyrus had not said anything.
Arthur bowed his head, recalling seeing Cyrus' dead body. He clenched his trembling fist, wondering what had happened, but he couldn't deny that Cyrus was in front of him and alive, even in his intimidating dark state.
The weather was bitterly cold that day, and those who had lost loved ones in the war were completely depressed.
Arthur was relieved that he had not lost anyone, but after noticing that something was amiss, he needed to figure out what was wrong.
