"This is bullshit." Ryuss' roar filled the throne room. "I'm not just some kid anymore. I'm a pillar of the Clan, am I not? But we're not going to do anything about the Mandate Guild just pulling the rug out from underneath us like this?"
Ryuss' father sat on the throne of the Black Clan, dressed in silvery seal beast skins. Tufts of white hair formed pauldrons on his shoulders, his rough and grizzled face making him look more like a barbarian Flux Mancer than what one would have expected from a Water Mancer.
His posture was lazy as he rested an elbow on the armrest, his head tilted to the side. However, there was a dense coldness in his eyes that wasn't aimed toward his son at all.
He, too, was furious about this. But the Mandate Guild wasn't something that could be easily offended, much like the Seijin Clan. But somehow, in just the last month, they had ended up on the wrong side of both of them.
