Planet Apocalypse – The Imperial Palace.
Bam
Ranther slammed the massive War Hall door with his foot, the sound echoing powerfully through the cavernous chamber, and stormed inside with a clear, seething anger. "Where is that horned bastard?!"
The hall, overflowing with generals, officers, and government officials, a hall that had normally thrummed with constant movement, discussion, and strategic planning, froze instantly at Ranther's thunderous shout. The sheer presence and commanding aura of Ranther within the Grave Empire rivaled that of Marshal Aru himself, instilling respect and fear alike in anyone present.
"Here!" Aru raised his hand, stepping slightly from the center of his numerous attendants. "You've taken far too long, you fanged rogue."
"What exactly is going on here?!" Ranther growled, pushing aside anyone in his path with forceful shoves, anger radiating off him in waves. "Why was I not informed beforehand about the strike against the Holva Millennium Empire?!"
