The airships vanished into the mist.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Ryn lowered his gaze.
"Right. He arrived as I expected," he said quietly. "That confirms it."
Fritz folded his arms.
"Confirms what?"
"I was wondering the opposite question," Ryn continued. "Why hasn't Bloodmane swept every Outside tribe by now?"
The silence stretched.
No one answered him.
Eventually, both Amelia and Taylor clicked at the same time.
"Justification," they said in unison.
"Exactly," he said. "They've been waiting for permission."
Jay frowned slightly, glancing back toward the mist.
"Hold on, I don't get it," He looked at Ryn.
"Why do they even need it? They've always been stronger."
Ryn didn't answer right away.
He turned fully now, making sure everyone was listening.
"Dheam worships Rokhan," Ryn continued. "The God of War, yes—but also the God of Justice."
Amelia's eyes widened slightly as she followed the logic.
