Heith called his advisor over, his back to the entrance of the room as he watched debris and the mushroom cloud rise into the sky. Mana pulsed around him, causing his desk to collapse. His body shook as he grabbed the wall. "Very well, otherworlders. You will all burn." He said, turning his back to the scene. He walked over to his now destroyed desk, staring at it. "Tsk." He kicked the crumpled wood to the side, sitting on his chair.
"Sire!" A young man yelled as he walked into the room. He took note of the desk and immediately got down on one knee, looking at the ground. "You called for me?"
Heith crossed one leg over the other, staring down at the man. "Yes. Call for the war council. Every General shall be there. I do not care if we must use the remaining teleportation mirrors. Call for them. They are to be here by evening tomorrow."
The man nodded. "Yes sire. Will that be all?"
Heith looked at his desk. "Have a new desk brought to me."
"As you wish, milord."
