It has been hours since Viktor sent the riders out, looking for the orb he so desperately desired. He knew that if he didn't get it, he would surely meet the fate of the gods he followed. As every second passed, a sweat bead dropped from his head, going down his rough-skinned cheek.<br/><br/>Viktor went to his chambers, willing to sleep this off, even though his mind was too concentrated on his goal.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #000000">Maybe I ought to get some rest. Probably after that, I can get some kind of news...</span></span><br/><br/>"Sire I have a report from the messenger you sent to the riders. He says that they are on the way to the capital to stall them," a servant said through the doorway.<span style="color: #000000">"Good, very good!"</span>Viktor said in excitement, getting off the bed and going towards the servant.<span style="color: #000000">"But never, ever come in without announcing yourself, understand?"</span><br/><br/>"Aye sir. I apologi...UGH!" the servant gasped, just after Viktor grabbed his throat and held him high. He then shrieked as he was thrown towards another servant carrying wine. Viktor went back inside his bedchamber to rest. He thought of what he had done, regret flowing from his demon mind. But he thought of what his minions would have thought if he showed him compassion, it would be a sign of weakness. He shrugged, and sat on his bed, and laying down.