He kept his eyes fixed on Veylara, continuing his cynical speech about territory borders and power distribution as if no one had spoken at all.
But his casual dismissal didn't last long.
Sol suddenly stepped up,He moved past Veylara's shoulder, his black Rockhorn carapace glistening with the dried crust of his earlier slaughter.
He cut right through Vane's words, his voice carrying a stern, incredibly angry, and freezing weight that instantly silenced the entire clearing.
"Since you planned to betray the Veynar from the very start," Sol said, his silver-crimson eyes locking onto Vane's face like two hot pieces of iron, "then what about LUMI? Where the hell is she?"
The Zharun Chief stopped his talk, his smooth smile finally faltering as his eyes panned over to Sol's black-armored body.
He let out a long, slow sigh, his face turning into a mask of pure annoyance.
