Lyerin's gaze didn't waver as he leaned forward, his expression one of absolute confidence.
The members of his tribe shifted uneasily behind him, feeling the weight of his words.
He wasn't just speaking to Lucas; he was speaking to everyone who stood behind him, to the uncertain faces on the other side of Lucas's call, and even to the distant families he knew would be watching their every move before long.
"Lucas, listen carefully," Lyerin began, his voice even but resolute.
"The families control every corner of this world, every faction, every resource, every bit of strength—and they do it with manipulation, with an iron grip.
"They use influence, alliances, and hidden debts that chain everyone to them, even governments like yours, especially those who think they're free. But they're not. No one is. Not yet."
Lucas frowned, clearly trying to absorb the weight of Lyerin's words. Lyerin continued, letting each sentence sink in.
