Jarkon's voice dropped to a whisper, as if the truth itself carried weight.
"They weren't just powerful. They were… confident. That man… that commander… he spoke as if their power wasn't theirs by nature, but inherited. I believe—no, I'm certain—they've uncovered the legacy of an Ancient Race. One that once ruled or lived within the Holy Regio
Silence fell again, heavier than before.
"And that," Jarkon said, "is the only thing that could explain how such a lowborn race could rise to wield such strength."
But it can't be even close to the truth.
But there was one unspoken truth in the chamber—one that none of the Elders could see, and that even Jarkon himself had long lost track of.
It wasn't misinformation he was spreading.
No, it was worse.
It was something Jarkon believed.
