Karl's Prison
Karl leaned back against the chair, arms loose at his sides, the faintest grin tugging at his lips. His voice, when it came, was steady and deep, but carried something sharp beneath the calm—like he enjoyed the sound of his own truths.
"So," he said, rolling the word on his tongue. "You want to know why we came here. Why the gates opened. Why your pretty little world started drowning in mana."
Reia didn't look up from her notepad. Her pen tapped once against the page before she spoke. "Yes. Start from the beginning."
Karl exhaled through his nose, amused. "The beginning is boring. Long councils, endless arguments. You wouldn't care. The short version? The monster race grew tired of looking at the same skies. We wanted new ground. Fresh soil to scorch, new blood to test our claws on. Simple."
Reia finally glanced up, her dark eyes steady. "So conquest."
