A Royale Gate

From the first moment someone rushed into his home and knelt down, the Russian man hadn't once looked in the kneeling man's direction.

The kneeling man, on the other hand, was profusely sweating from head to toe. Merely standing in the presence of the terrifying man calmly sitting before him was enough to turn his legs into jelly. Even now, while trying to speak, he felt compelled to avert his gaze from the Mage Lord's imperious visage.

"Do tell me," he commanded, his voice concealing a lethal coldness. "I don't have all day. Do not waste my time."

"Y-Yes, Sir Mage Lord!" Finally finding his voice, the kneeling A-Rank Hunter stammered. "The… The President has requested that you personally oversee the closure of Oblivion's Threshold. You see, even though the President understands that you are preparing yourself for the Raid on World's End, he…"

"Spit it out already!"

RUMBLE!!!