BAMBAMBAM
Aro's footsteps thundered through the palace corridors, each strike against the marble floor carrying the weight of fury and frustration. His aura blazed around him like a restless storm, speaking volumes more violent than the stomping of his boots.
The moment the servants and palace workers caught the sound of those familiar heavy steps — the rhythm that had become infamous throughout the palace — a wave of fear spread. Just the sound of his breath, harsh and unrestrained, like the snorting of a raging bull guarding a rocky field, was enough to send everyone scattering.
Even the senior officers and officials who happened to be inside the palace at that time hurriedly ducked into nearby rooms or hidden corners, desperate not to cross paths with the Marshal. Everyone knew that when Aro was in that mood, someone — or something — was about to be crushed underfoot.
BAM!
