Sagiri remained silent for several moments, his fingers lightly tapping the wooden table as he pieced together everything he had been told.
Nothing about the situation felt natural.
'Why could the supreme madra give into this ploy? Had th beast art he was parcticing finally turnd on him?' Sagiri thought.
The situation was moving far too quickly, almost as though someone had been waiting for the slightest excuse to ignite the continent. Finally, he looked up.
"Why?" he asked quietly. "Why would the Supreme Mandra move so recklessly?" His crimson eyes settled on Salka.
'Surely Tsaka did not go back on him turning a blnd eye? Did the mandra turn a deaf ear to him?' Sagiri thought.
"Tsaka should have stopped this before it reached this point." He said out loud.
No one answered immediately.
Sagiri leaned back slightly, thinking aloud more than questioning them.
