Lysandra's eyes turned cold. "You used a Primal Treasure to sneak attack a junior during an agreed battle."
Eryndor's voice carried heavy killing intent. "You truly want war."
Veyrion stared at the Pearl of Abyss. "Careful. The treasure's still active."
Arvantos looked at Varok, and for the first time since the meeting began, his calm expression showed a trace of terrifying anger.
"Varok," he said slowly. "Explain yourself."
Varok wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression stayed dark, but his eyes still carried stubborn arrogance.
"That Primordial killed one of my people."
Garron Aresvale laughed coldly. "In a life-and-death battle you agreed to."
Celian Voss's voice came out quiet. "And you answered by ambushing him with a Primal Treasure."
