While the leaders silently questioned why the Grand Xor’Vak was so furious, the answer inside his mind was sharp and unwavering.
‘Who dares infringe on my territory?’
Yes, his territory. In his eyes, the entire Conclave belonged to him. He was not merely a leader of the strongest civilization, he was its rightful king. Its ruler. Its owner.
To Xor’Vak, this belief wasn’t delusion. It was a truth constantly reinforced by reality. His whims, if spoken aloud, were fulfilled by nearly every civilization without resistance. As long as his desires didn’t challenge the top ten powers or those who possessed wormhole technology, he could wage war on any of the remaining civilizations simultaneously and win.
But he didn’t want to rule directly.