Varok looked at the four Primarchs, then at the leaders standing behind them. A sneer crossed his face.
"I didn't expect this meeting to bring in so many insects," he said. "But since you've dragged out so many ants to watch, I won't complain."
The expressions of many leaders turned cold at once.
The War God Palace Master gave a low laugh, and the sound carried real violence in it. The Sword God Palace Master's eyes narrowed slightly. Several elders of the Four Sacred Clans let out faint killing intent, but the four Primarchs stayed calm.
Varok spread his hands. "Since you've gathered everyone, let's begin." His smile faded, and his voice sharpened. "I don't enjoy wasting time. Have you decided whether you'll accept my conditions, or would you rather have war instead?"
The council domain fell silent.
