Mithrael sat in his office. Mana simmered around him, the air shimmering as he held his wedding ring. He glowered as he looked out past the skyline. What was left of the Esponia mountains hung against the sky. The air heated up as his mana exploded around him. Tears quietly fell down his face. "You would throw away our entire existence to be with mortals?" He pounded his hand against the desk, shattering it. Another pulse of mana flashed out before he looked at himself in the mirror. As his mana raged around him, he realized he was destroying the room. He grabbed onto the armrest, his fists clenching as he released the mana around him. After calming down, he looked out past the mountains. "Very well, Trephania. You will know. You will learn the height of your own folly."
Sighing, he called for his assistant. He took a deep breath to compose himself as Misao walked into the room.
"You called, my liege?" The woman said as she kneeled.
