Elaris' pupils constricted after hearing the archmage's response. Hurriedly, he pleaded again, using sound arguments to move her. "The citadel's firepower is of the arcanist tier. Nothing above the adept rank can go unmonitored!" He said, his left hand resting on his chest and his right clutched tightly.
"Your mythical artefact is above the fifth tier, too. Unless you use it, we won't mind it as we won't mind the flying bastion as long as it doesn't open fire," replied Vivian, impatiently tapping her foot against the exquisite marble floor in annoyance.
"But the threat still exists! If you wait for it to attack, you'll only find smoking rubbles and pools for melted bodies!" The elf king said, his convincing voice reflecting his dismay. 'Why is she unwilling to dispose of the floating island before it is too late,' he thought, failing to understand the rule's logic. However, the ruler of the sky's answer wasn't what he hoped to hear.
