Mithrael sat on the throne, looking down at the war council that had assembled. No one dared speak as a scout kneeled in front of them. The Generals in the room sat in their chairs, sweat dripping down their necks, and their faces were pale. Sinister mana was leaking from Mithrael as he clenched the arms of the throne. Wind pushed against each man present, causing them to be glued in place. "Would you mind repeating yourself?" Mithrael growled. His usual golden eyes dull as he stared the scout down.
The scout pressed his face to the ground. "Sire! Please forgive me. The Hero and her highness have dissapeared. I organized a search party, but they are nowhere to be found."
Mithrael sat against his throne, his eyes growing colder. "Every hero that was summoned to this world has now left the Empire." He growled. "We will do away with summoning heroes. Ban the spell that summons them." He said as he turned to his advisor. "Place a bounty on their he-"
