Chapter: Akaryu Rage
High atop the towering spires of the Fire Emperor's fortress, Akaryu brooded in silence, his gaze fixed upon the distant horizon. His thoughts churned with the news that had reached his ears, a bitter revelation that stirred a tempest of fury within his soul.
Akaryu's follower, his loyal informant, approached cautiously, his expression wrought with trepidation.
Follower: "My Lord, I bring grave news. Jerak... he has fallen."
Akaryu's eyes narrowed with a dangerous intensity, his jaw clenching in silent rage.
Akaryu: "Fallen? Explain."
The follower hesitated, knowing the consequences of delivering such damning tidings.
Follower: "He... he was defeated, my Lord. By a mere human."
A seething fury ignited within Akaryu's veins, his fists clenching at his sides.
Akaryu: "A human?! A future demon lord lost to human?!" His voice thundered, echoing through the halls of his castle. "And Jerak... my most promising soldier..."
With a swift and violent motion, Akaryu seized upon the nearest unfortunate soul, his eyes ablaze with righteous indignation.
Akaryu: "You dare bring me such disgraceful news?!"
The follower trembled under Akaryu's furious gaze, his words barely a whisper.
Follower: "Forgive me, my Lord... I only sought to-"
But before he could finish his plea, Akaryu's wrath erupted like a fiery volcano, his hand engulfed in searing flames as he reached out to deliver swift punishment.
Akaryu: "Your incompetence knows no bounds!"
The follower's screams pierced the air as his flesh began to char, the scent of burning flesh filling the chamber with a sickening stench.
Amidst the chaos, Akaryu's mind raced with thoughts, grappling with the lost of one he had once deemed a loyal servant. Jerak, his prized warrior, now fallen at the hands of a mere mortal.
As the flames subsided and the follower's cries faded into the ether, Akaryu's gaze hardened with resolve. Jerak's lost would not go unpunished.