Rhys stopped and turned back to them, his pitch-black eyes burning with a fire that seemed to consume the very air.
"I am offering you a chance to be a part of that. A chance to see a world you cannot even imagine, to achieve a level of power your ancestors could only dream of."
The five heirs were silent, their minds reeling. The offer was insane. It was audacious. It was impossible. But looking at the floating city around them, at the silent Titan in the distance, they knew that with this man, the impossible was just a matter of time.
It was Anya Sterling who finally broke the silence. She stepped forward, her green eyes sharp and analytical. She was not swayed by the grand vision or the promise of glory. She was a pragmatist.
"We could refuse," she said, her voice clear and steady.
"We could return to our families, fortify our cities, and simply remain neutral. We cannot fight you, that is clear. But we do not have to help you.
