New Development III

“Who dares?!” the Valthorin leader thundered, slamming his hand onto the table. The gesture might have carried more weight if the meeting hadn’t been held via group call, his holographic image merely flickered slightly, his display shaking for a brief moment before settling.

But no one was surprised by his reaction.

The Valthorins were known to hold their honor and pride above all else. And now, both were being called into question by the very civilizations they considered beneath them. To the Valthorin leader, this was not just an accusation; it was an insult. There was no way he would simply sit back and watch without responding.

Yet the leader who had demanded answers didn’t flinch. Instead of replying directly, he raised a hand and jabbed his finger at the holograms displaying the damning images of the enemy fleets. His silence spoke louder than words, there was no need for verbal sparring.