[This could have been a castle bonus chapter, but I refuse to reward my tormentors... yet...
BANG!
"Do you mean to start a civil war, Gralith?!"
The voice of a woman boomed. It carried hints of delicate charm, and yet those aspects were so very muted at the current moment. Her tone deepened, her cadence darkening, and it seemed as though her throat was seething with rage and fury.
The 713th Serpent Warlord was a woman who seemed in her prime, the only sign of this not being the case being the streak of white hair in her otherwise dense black locks.
Her skin—tinted violet—and her pointed ears seemed to suggest that she descended from the same Race as her fallen youngest disciple, the first rank amongst the E-tier, Morvok Arothe.
It had hardly been a few hours since the last time the council was rocked, only for news of an F-tier leaving their number-one E-tier in a coma to spread far and wide.
