Lyrax took a slow breath, forcing his nerves to settle. The tension in the air was sharp enough to cut through, but he held himself together and stepped forward, the soft crunch of flowers beneath his boots echoing faintly.
He stopped a few feet in front of Silva, maintaining eye contact. "I understand what you're saying," he began evenly, "but it doesn't change the fact that your abilities were… unusual. The Arcane Council wanted to speak with you. Why exactly, I don't know, but that's what they decided."
His voice stayed steady, though a slight edge betrayed his effort to remain composed. "I've seen talent before, plenty of it. Across the cosmos, within the Lumis Region, even here on this planet. But apparently, they saw something different in you. Something new."
Silva tilted his head slightly. "You keep saying them, them, them. Who exactly are they supposed to be?"
