Arthur was not in the mood to discuss his goals with these four because he already knew how much Ragnar was hated for his endeavor, too. Living beings always choose safety over the possibility of freedom.
But what these four did not know was that Devaheim did not give a rat shit about them. The Nameless was still here, eating their world as they spoke. Arthur was sure the Empyrean of Janea did not participate in this battle because her haven was being devoured.
"Your records and opinions mean nothing to me," said Arthur as the silence grew thick between them. "If you came here to negotiate that I turn a new leaf, you will have better luck fishing whales on Sourna's coasts."
His strong rejection seemed to be a surprise for them. The Empyreans exchanged glances, thinking that their collective presence around Arthur would intimidate him into submission.
