"This is utterly disastrous! Is this how you idiots manage a city?" Perfikot thundered in her previously used office, her voice echoing like thunder throughout the room, causing the walls to seem to tremble slightly.
Her fury seemed almost tangible, making the atmosphere in the entire room oppressively heavy, as if the air had solidified.
Outside the window, the wind and snow howled and beat against the windows, as if cheering on her anger.
In front of her, a group of Langton officials stood frozen in fear, barely daring to breathe.
They hung their heads low, faces pale, with fine beads of sweat emerging on their foreheads, afraid that even the slightest movement would provoke even greater wrath from Perfikot.
These officials used to be the pillars of the Empire, but under the ravages of the doomsday winter, their spirit had long since been worn down, leaving only exhaustion and trepidation.
