Arkanos turned his gaze to Sylvana, giving her a slight nod. With a graceful motion, she waved her wooden staff, the runes etched along its length glowing briefly. The grand sigil hovering above the table flickered, then dematerialized into strands of faint green light.
The room settled into a tense silence—until Abaddon burst into laughter.
"Such unshakable confidence, my Liege. It borders on the divine, yet feels almost unreal. Even the gods would be jealous." Abaddon bellowed, wiping a fake tear from his eye, his grin widening.
Ivan tilted his head, "A truly impressive speech, my Lord. I am certain their hearts are now clouded with doubt."
Sylvana nodded with a smile, "Indeed. No other speech would have been worthy of your grace my liege."
Utilia placed her massive gauntlet hand above her chest, "You were most radiant."
Abaddon then leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.
