[The Imperial Palace – The War Room]
"Burn them!"
Emperor Aurelius slammed his fist onto the tactical map. Pure, unadulterated mana drove the blow
Under this force, spiderwebs of fissures raced across the map of the Capital, severing the streets he was trying to save.
Gone was the calm, collected tone of the ruler who had sat on the throne for fifty years. In its place was the roar of a cornered beast.
"They are chanting his name, Your Majesty," the Commander of the Royal Guard said.
Even this veteran soldier, a man who had stared down dragons, looked pale as he glanced out the window at the thick columns of smoke rising from the lower city.
"The Lower Districts have erected barricades. The City Watch is overwhelmed; rocks and firebombs are raining down on them. They aren't afraid of us anymore."
"Then make them afraid!" Aurelius screamed.
His aura, a terrifying 7th Order pressure, flared uncontrollably.
