Her eyes were bright as she spoke, probing to uncover the truth of the moment and gauge the tension in the air.
She didn't receive a heavy reaction. A dense silence settled across the chamber as the figure of the Myrrnith Throne stared at her, cold and unreadable, before finally replying.
"I have always been on the side of humanity. And because I stand with humanity, do you know how many humans in my Colony Cities have died since the Ancient Ones began to rise? None. Not a single casualty. Can any of you say the same for your people?"
WAA!
Her words struck hard, biting as she looked between the gathered rulers of the dynasties seated before her.
Aliya's gaze sharpened, ready to respond, until a silent, broad-shouldered man with dark hair and an aura of authority broke the moment with a voice weighted in power.
"What is the price you paid to achieve that, O Myrrnith Throne?"
…!
The voice was deep and commanding.
