"I understand your position, old man. I really do.
However, I can't allow you to die just yet.
Not publicly, at least.
Because here is what I intend to do—"
Leo began, his expression steady and unflinching, as he laid out his true plan piece by piece, explaining how he intended to win the coming war and pull Veyr back from the edge of extinction.
For a long while, Soron listened in silence, his expression shifting repeatedly from disbelief, to intrigue, to disbelief once more, as he weighed every implication and failure point in Leo's proposal, because while the plan itself was undeniably brilliant if every condition aligned exactly as Leo envisioned, it was also frighteningly fragile the moment even a single variable slipped out of place.
"It's extremely risky," Soron finally said, his voice low and heavy.
"If you're wrong. If either you or I fail the Cult, then this truly will be the end."
