The staff of the Palace quickly moved out of the way, or parted ways to let the Emperor pass as he stormed his way back inside, his hands fisted beside him. Behind him, Sera followed suit, trying to keep up with his pace which was proving hard to do so. The air was starting to get chilly, the fog getting thicker with no sight of the sun despite it being close to afternoon now.
Once she was inside, she made her way up to his study, where she knew he was.
Sure enough, there he was, hands fisted with his body trembling in a new-found rage. His eyes were set in a glare, teeth gritted as if he was holding himself back from doing something rash. But it was only as long that he could hold it in. Without a warning, Tesarius slammed his fist on his table, before tossing all the contents of it to the ground in a fit of rage.
