I looked at the Dragon Kings, my eyes glowing with a cold, prismatic intensity that silenced the room. The memory of that silver moon at Silver Lake flashed through my mind—the night Veydris watched me surpass Zarathorak and told me I was becoming something "far greater."
"We're going to the Crystal Expanse," I said, the words vibrating with the weight of an ultimatum. "We're getting Veydris first."
Ingi's golden eyes narrowed. "You choose the Shadow-Stalker over the others? Why?"
"Because Veydris is the master of Prismatic Convergence," I replied, my aura flaring as I stepped toward the balcony. "He taught me that power isn't just about output; it's about Refinement. Right now, I have an infinite ocean of mana, but I'm fighting like a beast. If I'm going to face Pyrion or a Djinn again, I need the man who taught me how to assimilate the laws of my enemies and turn them into a death sentence. Without Veydris, I'm just a battery. With him, I'm a god-slayer."
