"Clang!" With a loud crash, the glass utensils set before the desk fell to the ground, shattering into crystal-clear fragments, a few thick books also flung aside by their master with a forceful sweep. The usually rosy cheeks had now turned ashen, and the old man's full head of silver hair seemed to react to his master's mood as it became slightly disheveled, looking somewhat out of place.
Mattdam had opened its port! What did that signify? Even a fool could tell what those people in the southern Nether Sea had been up to. Philip had been in a foul mood lately, astonished to find that ever since he had banished that profligate son to the Caucasus, a series of misfortunes had followed one after another.
