[Silthara Palace — Zahryssar — The Early Morning Before Dawn]
CRASH!!!
A crystal vase shattered against the wall.
SLAM!!!
A silver wine goblet flew across the chamber.
THUD!!!
An ancient chair overturned.
"AAGGHHHHHHHHHHH—!!!"
The roar echoed throughout the Imperial Palace. Servants froze; knights lowered their heads. Even the guards outside the chamber doors dared not move because everyone knew.
The Emperor was furious inside the chamber...Slyvarakh stood alone, silver hair disheveled. His breathing was uneven, his silver eyes burning with madness.
Broken glass littered the floor, wine stained the carpets, and several expensive decorations lay destroyed. Yet none of it eased the fury consuming him.
Nothing...absolutely nothing, and then his voice cracked like thunder.
"HOW?! HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!"
A pulse of black magic exploded from his body. The curtains shook violently; candles extinguished themselves. The shadows along the walls twisted unnaturally.
