Reports piled up on Julius's desk, each one giving an update on the state of the world. Looking at the most recent one, he couldn't help but curl his fist, crumbling the paper in between his hands. "FUCK!" Punching his desk over and over, a guard walked in due to the commotion, freezing on the spot at Julius beating his desk. "Get me Constance. Now." Growling like an animal, he lifted his right hand and pointed at him, making drops of blood fall on the report he had read.
The guards bowed and ran off. Looking at the paper, he took multiple deep breaths, closing his eyes. Ten minutes passed, and the door reopened. The guards walked back in, escorting Constance. "What is it, brother?"
