Alvar sat in silence as he thought of what had happened at the frontlines. The reports he had gotten stated that the rebels had already cleared out after felling the wall of Magair.
"Again, I have failed my people. What is with the luck of this damn skeleton?!" Alvar asked himself with a pained expression. To the side, Dyson stood silently.
Creak...
The door to his study slowly slid open and Vera walked in. She had a concerned look on her face as she hurried to her father's side.
"Father! I heard what happened. Are you okay?" Vera asked as she stopped just short of Alvar.
"Daughter. I am fine, just dismayed at the loss of life that is plaguing our empire because of those damned rebels." His face contorted in suppressed rage for a moment before he regained his composure.