Poison!

Eldric hadn't stopped pacing around his office since he got back to his mansion. His eyes were red, and his face looked inflamed with anger as he moved from one end of the room to the other with his hands on his waist.

He was yet to change back to normal clothes, and he still wore the cloak that his guard had given him, even as he continued to move around with an angry sneer on his face.

He couldn't calm down in the slightest at the memory of what had happened in the meeting, which was the last thing he had expected to see.

Yes, he was glad that Magnus had been injured, but at the same time, he had expected that it would have taken at least two lords to stop Cain.

The strength Cain had displayed was one that Eldric couldn't have imagined, and it pissed him off even more the longer he thought about it. He had just stopped pacing, opening his mouth to shout for one of his guards when he heard a knock on the door, which made him pause.