Upita tilted his head slightly, as if something had finally clicked.
"My mistake," he said calmly. "I did not account for the fact that you possess the Right to Insight."
His gaze stayed fixed on me as he continued without pause.
"It is called Right to Insight, correct?" he asked. "How many such Rights have you unlocked, Executor?"
I did not answer.
Upita brought two fingers together, the ones closest to his thumb, and then slowly pulled them apart.
Reality responded.
A blinding glow erupted behind his head as two enormous runes flared into existence, rotating in slow, perfect concentric circles. They were not aggressive. They were precise. Controlled. Like tools designed for a very specific purpose.
He raised a single finger in front of him, tracing a symbol in the void.
"Edict Three," he whispered. "Foresight Lock."
