Sovereignty: A Meeting of Titans
Ebon looked down arrogantly as he spoke.
Vera quietly lowered her head. She could not afford to draw attention. Not now. It wasn't yet time to unveil her grand plans against the world.
"Yes, I am Marcus, the senior disciple among the third-generation of the Suncrest Sect. It is an honor to meet the leader of the Akrest Clan."
Marcus stepped forward, offering a respectful salute with practiced composure.
Ebon's furrowed brow seemed to ease slightly.
"A child well-versed in manners, I see. Do you know who I am?"
"If someone arrives with a carriage pulled by four horses, there can only be one such person from the Akrest Clan."
"You're sharp. That's correct. I am Ebon, the leader."
"It is an honor to meet you."
His calm tone conveyed polite but distant reverence, a formal courtesy appropriate for the encounter.
