Chapter Twenty-Four – The Dwarfs Plea.

(At Dragon Dynasty) The Cold Prince paced around in his red suit, his black boots clamping around. He threw down his sword as it kept making annoying sounds while he walked. Looking down at it, it felt so small, so useless without being in his hands. He exhaled and tried channeling his energy unto a nearby vase. His eyes turned a darker shade and a sensation filled the room. A darker sensation circled around the vase but did nothing to it. He added more intensity to his gaze and the vase elevated before dropping to the ground. Breaking to half. He still got his dynasty magic. He might go back to not needing swords in a war. He smiled at himself but it vanished. He had just practiced on his sister's favorite vase, he'd get a mouthful. He felt tired on remembering she wasn't around him. The metallic bell rang, indicating that he was being summoned for a meeting. He had suspected it but wished it came later. He was in the worst moods at the time. This was the last thing he need