In a dimly lit luxurious room, the walls lined with bookshelves and antique furnishings that signified the status and power of its occupant, a loud bang echoed as a table was struck forcefully.
BANG!
Kesha slammed her hand on the large oak table in front of her, unable to contain her anger. The vase at the edge of the table trembled, almost falling over. Her breath was heavy, her eyes red with fury as she glared at the courier who had just delivered the bad news.
“They failed?” Kesha hissed sharply, her tone cold yet filled with rage. “You said they were the best! But now? They’re all dead?!”
The courier bowed his head, his body trembling. “They were attacked… Their leader, Dion, was also killed. We didn’t expect Adriana’s power—”
“Silence!” Kesha interrupted sharply, her eyes
