Inside Box 9, Darius's expression twisted into pure fury.
He slammed his fist against the table.
BOOM!
The glassware shattered.
"That brat!"
His roar echoed through the booth.
"She killed him! She killed my best fighter and humiliated me in front of the everyone!"
His chest rose and fell as he glared at Polly in the arena.
"I'll make her pay for this!"
A man standing near the entrance simply watched calmly as his boss throw a tantrum.
Darius turned toward him.
"Gather the crew. I want every available fighter ready to move the moment we leave this place."
His eyes burned with murderous anger.
"I want that girl's head on a platter."
The man bowed his head.
"Understood, Captain."
He turned and hurried out.
Darius remained standing, his fists clenched at his sides.
He had come to the Grand Exchange expecting to leave with a Mythic-class artifact. Instead, he'd lost his champion, suffered a public humiliation, and gotten insulted by a teenage girl.
