Damn It All

BANG!

Prince Randal struck his fist against a table.

His expression was murderous.

His demeanor was grave.

They had just returned to one of their secret bases, transported by their Martial Masters. He gritted his teeth as he thought back to what happened.

Even at this very moment, it was difficult to conceive that what happened had actually genuinely happened. 

He didn't understand.

How could something so outlandish happen?

He was unable to conceive of a possible chain of causality that could explain how this happened.

"What happened?" He turned to his Martial Masters sternly. "Why were we unable to kill him despite the numeric advantage?"

The Martial Masters grew severe. "The Voidreaper…he was incredibly dangerous. There's a decent chance that he would have been able to kill at least two of you before we could take him down."

His words stirred Princess Ranea as she turned towards them.