Adam's voice rose, sharp with disbelief as he processed Selena's words.
"Wait—what? They want to take over this region? Turn Myrta into a Solarian military outpost?"
Isolde's voice was sharp, dismissive, her pale blue eyes narrowing with cold logic.
"That's a foolish move. Myrta sits on a strategic trade route. The terrain alone makes it a natural choke point. If Solaria establishes a military base here, it won't go unnoticed. Melium will not sit quietly while Solaria extends its reach this close to their borders."
Selena inclined her head, her voice calm, measured.
"You're right. Melium won't be happy. But what will they actually do? They're already indebted to Solaria politically and economically. They can't afford to make a move without risking their own stability. And if Solaria succeeds in fortifying this position, the demon territory will be the one to suffer most. They'll be boxed in, cut off from key routes, and forced to either fight or starve."
