A Fatal Greeting

DELPHIA,

The arrival of Darmiz was intolerable for the Ruler of the Abyss, the most unfavorable scenario.

What a nightmarish arrival.

'If they managed to form a pact now, things would become too troublesome for me, I must prevent it from happening,'

With rage surrounding him, he walked down the corridor with fumes emanating from him at the slightest anticipation of him causing disruption in his period.

He was infuriated, distressed, the commanders of the abyss could feel it, following his trails while exchanging nervous glances.

"Is… everything alright, My Lord?" Aldina dared to ask faintly.

No response.

"Say something, will you?" She hissed at Xerxes who shrugged his shoulders.

"Who knows?" 

"Damn you,"

And sighing at their demeanor, Nayah sighed deeply and decided to ask herself.

"My Lord, What happened?" 

She called hesitantly but received no response from him as well.