(Planet Su Prime, Su Yang's POV)
Su Yang's body trembled with rage as the truth settled over him, for it shattered the very foundation of what he had been raised to believe about the universe.
Weren't the Six Great Clans supposed to stand as ironclad allies?
Hadn't their heirs been bound together through carefully arranged marriages, each union designed to weave loyalty into bloodlines and reduce the very possibility of betrayal?
Wasn't that the reason he himself had been secretly promised to Mu Li, the Mu Clan's descendant, so that the Su name would remain intertwined with theirs?
If all of that was true, then why— why the moment his grandfather fell— did all those bonds suddenly mean nothing?
Why did the vows of brotherhood, the weight of marriage pacts, the promises etched into generations of blood, vanish like smoke?
Why was it that once Su Ren was gone, the other five clans looked at the Su lands not as a legacy to respect, but as spoils to be carved apart?
