Theo stood motionless, his gaze fixed upon the blank expanse of the wall before him. His fists were tightly clenched around his phone, the plastic casing creaking under the pressure of his grip. The screen had already begun to crack, spider web-like lines spreading out from the center.
His face was a mottled shade of red, the anger and fury that boiled within him clearly visible. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the tempest of emotions that raged within him.
"What is this? Sparta? How can defeat be possible when our forces outnumber the enemy fourfold?"
The man's voice was filled with disbelief and rage, his words cutting through the tense silence like a knife. His eyes were alight with fury, the veins in his neck and forehead bulging with anger.