Vellok's eyes narrowed, the weight behind his gaze sharpening as he studied the king with a new intensity. No longer was he merely sizing up an ally—he was gauging a threat. Across the grand hall, the Emperor, who had remained silent until now, slowly leaned forward, the folds of his crimson robe pooling like blood around his throne.
"It seems you are steadfast on your path," he said, his voice cold and deliberate, "and we cannot come to an agreement."
The Ogre King said nothing. His thick jaw was clenched, expression unreadable.
The Emperor continued, his tone tightening with veiled menace. "Your presence holds a... significant place within the Empire's structure. That is the only reason why no direct action will be taken against you. For now."
He let the silence stretch, then spoke again—this time, with a name.
"But Kaelen—"
