When Elinor, with that cold gleam in her eyes, proposed her latest idea — to expose the hidden truths they both knew — Renara's reaction was swift and sharp. She didn't merely refuse; she threatened.
Her voice, low but heavy with an edge that could cut, warned Elinor to keep her mouth shut.
Then, as if to hammer the point home, Renara recounted again the vision she had seen through the golden shard: a scene seared into her memory. She described the sheer weight of its presence — a presence that seemed to look down upon empires as if they were nothing but drifting dust — and insisted that such an entity was not one whose interests could be trifled with.
"If we cannot draw benefit from it," she told Elinor, "then at the very least, we must not provoke it. Do nothing to harm what belongs to it. Nothing."
