The next morning, in a dimly lit, secluded chamber,
Kaelith sat at the large oak table, his fingers tapping rhythmically on its worn surface. His eyes, sharp and probing, were fixed on Aether, who sat calmly across from him.
"Don't you think it's quite... greedy of you?" Kaelith finally asked, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Aether, seeking any sign of hesitation.
"Greedy?" Aria responded before Aether could speak, her voice steady yet defiant. "It's not like no one has tried this before, Father." She sat beside Aether, her posture straight and unyielding.
Kaelith sighed deeply, the weight of their words pressing down on him. He turned his weary gaze to Maelona, who sat on Aether's other side. Her presence was a calming contrast to the tension in the room, "Do you really believe he can overthrow the Emperor?" he asked.
Maelona smiled gently, "No, he can't do it alone. That's why he's seeking your help," she replied softly.
