Viktor was inside his bedroom when a messenger gave him a note. He rose with vigor and dressed himself. It was a much needed message. "The person is in the war room, milord," the messenger said. He fled in a hurry, hoping it was good news.<br/><br/>He went to the war room, and saw one of his advisors.<span style="color: #000000">"What are you doing here? Unless you have something to report about..."</span>The advisor stopped him before he got to finish what he was saying. "This is for you, milord. A package that has an...orb in it. I believe it is the one you were looking for."<br/><br/>Viktor took it without a second to waste. He frantically opened it, only to find what appeared to be an orb, but not the one he was searching for. He then grew into an unforgivable rage, pulled his sword and sliced the advisor in half.<span style="color: #000000">"FROM NOW ON, ANYONE WHO TRIES TO MESS WITH ME SAYING THEY HAVE AN ORB THAT DOES NOT LOOK LIKE THE ONE I AM SEARCHING FOR WILL PERISH! UNDERSTAND?!?"</span>He sheathed his sword, and walked out furiously.