The storm raged hard, a reflection of his unstable interior. Malleus walked quickly, with a frown and a magical aura so heavy that it felt like a whiplash on the skin of anyone unfortunate enough to find themselves in his path. Once again they had forgotten to invite him. Once again they had left him alone. The dragon fairy climbed the stairs of the highest tower of the College, his steps echoing to the rhythm of the lightning. He reached the tower where his Gargoyle Appreciation Club was installed and violently opened the windows that led to the battlements, without even touching them. Everything reacted to his bad mood, even the storm, which he had not summoned, but he was sure he had caused. He looked at the town in the distance and growled. He could surround it with thorns. Yes, *a jungle of deadly thorns* didn't sound bad. He clenched his fists as steam escaped from his throat. Magic bubbled inside him. Then a noise behind him made him turn sharply. He quickly returned to the darkness of the tower, who had the nerve to interrupt him? The strong light of a flashlight made him raise his hands to cover his face and blink in surprise. How he hated those things. “Who is entering my domain?” Malleus asked, his anger going down like foam.