The audience room was quiet, but the silence was deafening. Two men knelt before a throne. The last two High Generals of the World's largest military, and the loyal retainers of the Emperor who stood atop that military. In front of the figure on the throne stood the Emperor's right-hand man. A large sprawl of documents lay out to the side of the vassal, and the vassal stared down at the kneeling Generals.
"The Lord is displeased, Generals." A harsh, cold voice emanated from the vassal, his height nearly doubling that of a normal man, and his eyes stared emotionlessly at the men who quivered at his feet.
"You have had one month to lay waste to that city. Our armies are needed elsewhere to..."
The vassal looked behind him and noticed the steel gaze of golden eyes marked with fury.
