Lars gently shook his head.
"Marchin, never underestimate any monarch who has the blood of Emperor Aurek Veynar, the founder of the empire, running through their veins, no matter how young they appear. Arrogance is the quickest path to failure."
He pointed his finger at a region on the sand table, shrouded in a faint mist. There were no models, only a swirling nebula of light and shadow.
"Especially pay attention to the attitude of the Sigeits Parliament."
"The being who hides within the nebula, although few in his disciples, each one shines like the brightest star in the night sky."
"As far as I know, he has three students, two of whom remain at the fortress known as 'City of Wisdom.'"
"Among them, one seems to be attempting to decipher and master the legendary 'The Twenty-Four Temporal Laws.'"
When Lars mentioned the "Sigeits Parliament" and "The Twenty-Four Temporal Laws," his tone became noticeably serious, even tinged with subtle caution.
