"You are speaking absolute madness. My son is four years old. He is a toddler. He is not a weapon to be pointed at the Atrai Kingdom."
"I know, chief. But he is a vessel of raw, unsealed ether. You saw the Arcane Vanguard today. You saw how effortlessly they broke your walls. Commander Vane is regrouping his forces on the ridge. Tomorrow morning, they will not charge into your snake pits. They will simply stand back and burn this entire valley to ash. Every single man, woman, and child will die."
Elara stood in the corner of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. "And how does giving my baby to a wandering, defecting monk stop the Vanguard?"
Silas answered bluntly,
