The Faerasa elf's eyes widened with recognition.
"Sol'vur. You're the heir. The one the Council just recognized. We heard reports about your power, but we thought they were exaggerated propaganda to build your clan's reputation..."
"They were understated," Jorghan corrected.
"Everything you heard was a fraction of what I'm actually capable of."
One of the Imperial humans stepped forward, his military bearing evident despite diplomatic clothing.
"I am Legate Marcus Vrelli of the Imperial Diplomatic Corps. By what authority do you attack this facility? Earth is neutral territory, not subject to inter-realm conflicts. Your presence here violates multiple treaties and—"
"I don't care about your treaties," Jorghan said flatly.
"The Empire has been harvesting elves from my world for years. Capturing them, experimenting on them, killing them for research. You've forfeited any claim to moral authority or diplomatic protection."
