Malicia's chest heaved, the heat radiating from her copper scales fluctuating violently. "That makes this worse, not better! If he understands what he is taking, then he understands the depth of the humiliation he is inflicting upon us."
"Yes," Nexia replied, her voice flat, carrying no emotion, only absolute clarity. "He understands completely. This is intentional. This is a calculated plan. Ren Ryzard is demonstrating to every dragon here, to Typhoon himself, to the entire Dragon King's domain, that your pride means nothing to him. Your centuries of accumulated dominion are irrelevant. Your wings, the foundation of your identity as creatures of the sky, are merely payment for wasting his time with your futile resistance."
