DELPHIA
"Where the fuck is she!?"
Wrath emerged from the maroon-eyed man, slamming his fist on the balustrade with a fiery fire burning in his chest, almost, like suffocation, like a sting on his existence.
It was blazing, fiercely.
Eyes staring into nothingness with a strong urge to hold the missing piece of his disappearance in his palm.
"This is the fifth town you had burned before taking over, My Lord,"
His most powerful commander, upper 1, Xerxes, was on his one knee, eyes affixed on the ground.
"I said I want that betrayer right here. How dare she think she is free," He snarled, breaths becoming unstable.
Xerxes knew his Lord's anger would be destructive for everyone.
He won't breathe properly until he would lay his hand on the one he sought hopelessly.
"Nayah and Izar are looking into this matter," He informed with a shaky breath.
