(Dupravel Nuna's POV, Black Serpent Guild Headquarters, Planet Twin Fang)
While the average civilian was bound by military curfew, locked behind hotel room doors with no freedom to leave, Dupravel Nuna faced no such restrictions.
A Monarch did not ask for permission.
And so, not a soul dared stop him as he left the Sky-God Arena behind, vanishing from the asteroid without a word, as he returned to the central headquarters of the Black Serpents on the shadowed plains of planet Twin Fang.
It was here, behind the soundproof obsidian walls of his private office, that the cold mask he'd worn throughout the crisis finally cracked.
He ensured not to show his real emotions before the common public, and even when alone with his so called allies he kept his cool, however, once inside the privacy of his office, before the only man left alive who knew him as something more than the guildmaster, he finally flipped out.
*CRASH—*
