That piece of armor. They had come for his Aegis!
The ten golden-clad Early Creatures, Followers of a primordial king, had formed a silent, suffocating cage of pure, overwhelming power. Elara, her form radiating the cold fury of a cornered commander, stepped forward, her voice a sharp, cutting blade of authority.
"You dare?" she hissed, her crimson eyes blazing. "You interrupt the work of THE Living Concept? This Assistant, this… Elderborn, is a critical asset to a project of the highest priority. Your interference will be noted, and it will be answered!"
She threw the name of her master like a spear, a threat that should have made even these ancient beings pause.
But Kael, the fiery-haired Commander of this golden legion, simply smiled. It was a calm, almost gentle expression, yet it held a weight that made Elara's threat seem like the petulant cry of a child.
