Every God on the celestial couch leaned forward because the chained one had just asked the most volatile room in Nyros if they were fine with being ruled, and everyone upstairs expected all the Alphas to start yelling at the same time.
Instead they got one voice who handled it from a seated position.
"There's nothing to argue, Stonehowl," Alpha Grimscar said. "Shadowfell and Lunaris make the majority of Nyros. He is running our defense out of his own pocket. He built the coalition. He designed the intelligence network. He just handled your mess in real-time without raising his voice or killing a single person, which is more than your father ever managed."
He looked at Tharos with the flat, unimpressed gaze of a man who had been underestimated his entire career and had used every second of that invisibility to pay attention.
