Kaelrath stared at the ceiling for several moments in silence. He neither moved nor spoke, yet his expression revealed the storm raging inside him.
"My Lord, are you alright? Should I fetch a healer?" The guard's voice wavered, concern creeping in as the silence stretched. Panic began to take root.
"Since you've reported everything, you may leave. I want peace and quiet," Kaelrath finally said, his voice low but edged with anger.
"As you wish, My Lord." The guard bowed his head and quickly left, returning to his post outside the temple.
The moment Kaelrath heard him leave, his expression twisted into fury. He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails pierced his palms, drawing blood. His teeth ground together, his face flushing red as his rage mounted.
When it finally boiled over, he roared with all the strength in his lungs. "THAT UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!! I'LL TURN HIS BONES INTO SOUP IF I EVER LAY EYES ON HIM AGAIN!"
