To the conspirators, the realisation was a death sentence. If the teleportation was completed, if Hye's boots hit the floor of the capital, their plan was over.
No matter what armies they had painstakingly sneaked into the central regions, no matter how many sleeper cells they had activated, they could not compete with a man who could summon grand fleets out of thin air and deploy a grand army in mere minutes.
"Kill him!"
"Stop him!"
"Defend Moth!"
Chaos erupted. Shouts collided in the vaulted hall as the traitors lunged forward, desperate to break Moth's concentration before the sceptre finished its work. But a single, thunderous roar masked the cacophony of dozens.
"SILENCE! Defend Moth at all costs!" The Grand Elder didn't just shout; he released a wave of pure authority that staggered everyone in the hall. Without thinking twice, the neutral elders—those who had spent the last few days in a fog of confusion—sprang to their feet.
