"…?!" Althera's expression contorted, disbelief and confusion warring across her face.
Protecting my backyard…? she thought, her mind reeling. Does he mean… the entire universe?!
And when he says, 'Do not interfere when I rule over all'… is he speaking of the cosmic creatures?
What kind of arrogance could reach such a level? What sort of mind could speak so casually about dominion over existence itself? It wasn't simply pride—This was utter detachment from reality.
For a fleeting moment, Althera's instinct urged her to speak—to bring him down from his delusion, to make him realize how insane his words sounded.
But she didn't. She simply… stopped.
Something in the air, in the quiet tension between the two, pressed against her very soul and silenced her. Even she, a Monarch whose presence could make worlds tremble, felt an inexplicable certainty that her voice did not belong in this space.
This was no ordinary discussion.
