Chapter 887 - Want to be exterminated, shorty?

Strax remained motionless for a few seconds after the Celestial Emperor's last reply, as if assessing not only the words, but their weight within that hall. The tension had shifted once more. It was no longer the direct friction between two men measuring strength or authority. Now there was something denser and less elegant: the feeling that the main conversation had ended, but there were too many spectators awaiting the next move. Strax had never appreciated this kind of atmosphere. Excessive diplomacy seemed to him merely delayed violence with better-chosen vocabulary.