17. Chapter Thirteen: Domain (Cont)
When the massive explosion beneath his castle shook the walls of his domain, Saeran could feel the agony of the Nine screaming through his psyche. Oh, he knew that they were not dead. He had not created them to die by something as mundane as fire. He was however, aware that they had failed in the execution of their orders and he was not happy about that at all. He supposed it was too much to expect them to fulfil one simple task and wondered how much of his failures in the past had to do with the incompetence of his minions.
Rising from his throne after the shockwave caused by the explosion had subsided, Saeran dusted the mortar that had shaken loose following the blast, from his clothes and regarded Irina who had sat by his side faithfully during his earlier meditation. He had better things to deal with at the moment than the intruders in his domain, especially when the influence he was wielding over the men in possession of his rings was reaching climax.
"It appears that I must deal with this myself," he said as he walked across the floor to the sword hanging ornately on the wall.
"Why not let the Nine or the Uruks deal with them?" She asked, concern for him showing him once more the more annoying aspects of her humanity.
"You know what they say," he replied with a smile as he took the sword from its place and held it firmly in his grip. He had searched a long time for this particular sword and since it had come in to his possession, it had remained on his wall, waiting for its time. Tonight, that wait would come to an end.
"What do they say?" She asked impatiently, wondering what was his fascination for that outdated piece of weaponry.
"If you want something done, do it yourself."
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