.
"I must hold on until I get any response from the Zakir Empire…"
Ravan's voice was low. Almost dry.
He stepped down from the highest platform. Each step felt heavier than it should.
The throne behind him looked taller now. Farther away. As if it did not belong to him.
"The empire can't spare any more powerhouses here…"
He rubbed his forehead.
The Zakir Empire had moved all their strongest experts to the eastern border. Their banners were raised high.
Their armies stood ready. Priests gave speeches. War drums sounded often.
They created fear.
And because of that, Indrath had to respond.
Indrath sent their own powerhouses east.
They could not risk an invasion.
That single move had saved him.
If Zakir had not done that… if they had stayed quiet… Indrath would have sent an Ascended expert north long ago.
And one Ascended was enough.
Just one.
Ravan stopped walking. His jaw tightened.
"I would already be dead."
The words came out softly. Calm. Too calm.
