"I understand," Sol said, his voice cold and analytical, completely devoid of the panic that currently gripped the rest of the High Hall. "The Zharun will act as our temporary shield. I won't waste time complaining about the politics. But how do I actually utilize this power? How do I get strong enough to fight a Layer 4?"
Warchief Veylara's expression softened marginally. A glimmer of genuine appreciation shone in her stormy golden eyes. In a room full of seasoned elders who were currently trembling at the prospect of the Zerith coalition, this unranked outsider was entirely focused on finding a way to kill the enemy Warlords himself. Instead of cowering, he was asking for the instruction manual to build a better weapon.
