Saddening

His steps spoke volumes.

As he walked, every single servant of the Dimensari shifted out of the way as though he were impending doom.

Carius Valarius was angry. That alone was enough to spread a wave of chaos throughout the castle. Heads bowed, the hall fell silent, and only his footsteps echoed throughout.

Carius's usually calm demeanor had vanished, replaced with a face contorted in rage.

'That old bastard!'

He clenched his fist, leaving a trail of black blood in his wake. But in the next second, he quickly regained his composure.

'Don't blame others. It's my fault.'

Carius had never been one to tolerate failure, but there was one thing he wouldn't do: make excuses when it happened.

No one was at fault but him. He had fought with his own hands and lost. This was the reality, no matter how painful it seemed.

A cold glint appeared in his gaze as he steadied himself.

'Atticus.'