[Royal Capital – Noble Residential District]
In one of the mansions in this district, the sound of shattering objects rang out again and again, sounds that continued for quite some time.
It was the villa assigned to Lucius Langthon, who, the moment he'd returned from the meeting at the academy, had launched into a spiral of rage and destruction.
He'd kept it up ever since, for some time now, perhaps dozens of minutes, perhaps hours. Only the terrified servants of the villa and the people living nearby knew for certain.
His breath came out ragged, his teeth clenched, his eyes bloodshot with a fury that never seemed to find enough of an outlet, no matter how many objects he sent shattering to the floor.
The villa assigned to him for his stay in the capital was far from modest, but in that moment, every trace of its elegance seemed to exist for no other purpose than to be destroyed.
