Every time someone opened their mouth to bring Rhys up to speed on something, the words spoken were dire, dull, and irritating.
At times, Rhys had to close his eyes and rub his temples, the pounding headache could have easily brought down anyone not used to stress.
The people around him were lucky he had such self-control, otherwise he'd have already reached his boiling point.
The bad news began with the report sent by Milo. A cold, straightforward document that detailed the scale of the disaster caused by the Rift in the city. After weeks, they finally had a thorough account of the damage.
The number of casualties was not only considerable, but devastating. Dozens of fighters from the Burrow had died on the rooftops, torn apart by the creature's tentacles. Others were missing among the rubble, and even with rescue brigades, few held hope of finding them alive.
