"What?!!!" Lord Ferdinand slammed his hands on the table, shaking uncontrollably in rage. A battlemage was kneeling in front of him, having just delivered a dire message. Ferdinand's patience had worn thin. The temperature in the room dropped significantly, the air turning chilly as the ground began to freeze. The battlemages in the room felt the cold seeping into their skin despite their armor being fortified against magic. This was merely his aura, not even a spell. The mages trembled from both the chill and their mounting fear.
The kneeling battlemage dared not raise his head. He was petrified by Ferdinand's overwhelming presence. "So this is his Lord's power, so strong!" he thought, his heart pounding.
"Where? Where did you find his body?" Lord Ferdinand demanded, snapping the battlemage out of his daze.
