Chapter 932 – Clean Your Own House
A council member near the left side of the table finally broke the silence. He was one of the older ones, pale-eyed, long-haired, wearing robes layered with gold thread and institutional arrogance. Lux didn't know his name. He didn't need to. The man had the facial expression of someone who had spent several centuries being obeyed and considered disagreement a personal attack.
"So," the councilman said, voice tight, "you want us to act like sitting ducks?"
Lux turned his head slowly toward him. "No." The answer was immediate. "Far from that."
The councilman narrowed his eyes. "Then what exactly are you suggesting?"
Lux leaned back in his chair, holy robe shifting over his shoulders. "I still need your cooperation," Lux said. "That hasn't changed."
A murmur moved around the table.
Lux lifted one finger. "But."
The word everyone hated.
"But," he continued, voice calm, "I also have a guess."
Vizreel's eyes sharpened.
