As he walked quietly through the hallway with a straight face, his fingers trailed on the cold walls. His blue slit eyes glowed darkly as all he could think about was the fire mage, the arrogant parrot, and his dear wife, Sage Dragos.
His lips twitched in disbelief, and he resolved to do something to divert his attention away from the fire mage.
He had a lot to do around the kingdom, and knowing that the recent snowstorms had caused damage, he was confident that the authorities of the kingdom's damaged areas were taking care of it.
For the time being, the statkus mages had left Antica, and the only threat he had to face was Esteban and, most likely, himself.
His birthday was approaching faster than expected, which meant that the time to kill the fire mage was also approaching faster than expected.
He wished the day would hurry up so he wouldn't have to deal with those repulsive creatures known as statkus mages.