Festering Wounds
A fist slammed down heavily, cracking the innocent wooden table that it landed on. A pile of papers, reports and letters scattered beneath the blow. With his free hand, Phillip crumpled up the latest letter that he had just received. He stared at the map beneath his fist with an intense expression. 'Still, no sign of him returning! Hurry up will you! What have you been doing for the past two years!'
"Why do you even bother requesting to be updated anymore? You know he's still alive from the system." Sarah said calmly. "They'll return in due time. It might not even be through the same gate."
"Call it my intuition," Phillip responded while glaring at her. "Who knows how much stronger he's become during this time?"
"Still, it's not like we've been idle either," Sarah replied with a charming smile as she caught the dagger by its handle that she just tossed into the air. "Who knew our failure at Stonefall would lead to this situation, though?"