Victor walked through the inner corridors of the Army Palace without encountering any more soldiers willing to test their own life expectancy. After the little incident at the entrance, word seemed to have spread quickly, because everyone who passed him simply gave a short bow and continued on their way without trying to stop him.
When he finally reached Serafall's office, Victor opened the door without knocking.
He stopped right at the entrance.
"...Fuck."
The office was destroyed.
Not literally, but close enough.
There was paper everywhere. Stacks covered the desk, open boxes sat on the floor, documents were scattered across the carpet, reports rested on the chairs, and there were even a few sheets trapped beneath a bottle of blood that had clearly been forgotten for hours. Victor had to stare for several seconds just to find patches of floor beneath the mess.
Serafall was behind the desk.
Victor almost didn't recognize his own mother.
