Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and should not be confused with factual information. Names, characters, and events are a product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental.
When Roman returned to his dimly lit room, the air was thick with the palpable tension of his fury. Rage coursed through him like fire, blinding his vision and clouding his reasoning. With fuming breaths, he slammed the door shut, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap.
Inside the sanctuary of his room, he hurled his fist against the unforgiving cold wall, each punch echoing in the silence. The sting of pain was nothing compared to the tempest raging within him; he pounded relentlessly, his knuckles splitting and bleeding, yet he pressed on, lost to a frenzy of madness.
"You dare insult me, huh? Huh? You just insulted a king and you'll be dead for your crimes, human!"
