"Aren't you two being a little hypocritical?"
Gilgamesh's voice cut through the air, cold and disdainful. His eyes gleamed with arrogance as he looked down on Amon and Bael. "You've deceived the other powerhouses for years, keeping a dimensional realm of the First Era all to yourselves. You made us look like fools. Do you truly think we won't demand restitution?"
Amon and Bael stiffened. Shock flickered across their faces, followed quickly by confusion. Deep frowns marred their brows as they exchanged a glance, each silently asking the same question: How did they uncover our secret?
Before the silence stretched too long, Juda's voice followed, smoother, warmer, carrying a veneer of diplomacy.
"Gilgamesh is harsh," he admitted, "but there is truth in his words. We are all part of the Everstrife Empyrean World. Shouldn't we strive to grow together, not divide ourselves further?"
