Dravnel was in panic—the people living in the outer areas were flooding into the capital from all corners—the Sects far and wide within Dravnel were wiped out, one by one, no survivors remained.
A man with fiery red hair and black sharp eyes glared at the report on his desk—he slammed his fist on the table sending the papers flying into the air. "That damn Flame Emperor, I knew Tiang's death was a driven by something and to think his child could do such."
Beside the man was a woman wearing a short-white blouse that reached her thighs, her black hair was styled to reach her shoulders and her bangs hid her eyebrows. "You know Father, fidgeting like that will not do you any good. As the main Sect that is a guardian of Dravnel we cannot take this laying down."
The man turned to his daughter and rubbed his temples. "You are right Marin, what would I do without you."
