Chapter 48

The Torture

The ancestor's chest heaved with anger, his eyes blazing like fierce fire as he paced the floor of his den.

Without warning, he swept his arm across the table, sending scrolls and artifacts crashing to the ground with a loud clatter.

The room echoed with the sound of destruction as the master's fury intensified.

With each step, he kicked at the scattered items with his power, his frustration boiling over like a raging storm.

Books flew off shelves, pottery shattered against the walls, and the once serene atmosphere of the den turned into chaos.

The ancestor clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white with the force of his anger.

He roared in frustration, a scary sound that shakes through the room, a release of angered emotions.

As the dust settled and silence descended, the master stood amidst the wreckage, chest heaving as he tried to regain control of his temper.

The den bore the scars of his wrath, a testament to the power of

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