"We consolidate our hold today, Kaelen, because a king who stretches his supply lines too thin eventually finds himself ruling over empty space and broken promises," Kai replied smoothly, turning his gaze away from the glittering naval formation in the upper atmosphere to look at the bustling refugee camps spreading across the caldera floor.
"We just added sixty heavy warships and four billion souls to our responsibility, so I want every administrative structure running at absolute perfection before we begin looking toward the core worlds."
"An exceptionally wise decision, my King," Kaelen rumbled in deep, heartfelt agreement, bowing his armored head so that his silver beard brushed the chest plate of his starlight armor. "My Star-Forged artisans are already working alongside the Sylfen botanists to map out the primary road networks, but we will require significantly more refined iron to construct permanent housing that can withstand the winter frost of your domain."
