"Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Narwhal kicked a wall, putting a hole through it. He was angrier than he had ever been before.
"Calm down, Narwhal. Getting upset isn't going to help." A woman said with an annoyed expression.
"Shut the fuck up, bitch! You weren't there! I had that bastard by the throat some years ago, was about to kill the little fucker, and his daddy came to save him and locked me up. Now, he comes back as a fucking primordial and nearly kills me!"
Everyone understood why he was angry, and they sympathized with him, but that was the least of their priorities.
"Lord Aion is slowly breaking out of his prison. He sent a message to us to prepare the army. We will be moving out soon."
Narwhal scoffed and took a seat, placing his feet on the table without any care.
