"The Esteemed Rulers have all received the same message… Your Empires are dying. That's the truth, whether you like it or not."
Amara's voice carried across the grand chamber as her eyes swept across every ruler seated around the individual tables, reading each flicker of denial, anger, and restrained fear before she continued,
"The invasion you face… cannot be stopped by armies… cannot be contained by even your most powerful individuals.
We are nothing without Arcane Energy and…" her gaze slowed, settling on the blurry figure lazily leaning against the table as if the matter bored her,
"Even with Energies, the outcome remains the same… Our land, our people will pay for it, again and again."
Each sentence did not feel spoken... It felt delivered, like a judgment carved into stone.
Did they need to hear it from her?
Of course not.
Every single one of them already knew.
