Verichiel began to walk, raising her hand as the captive Fomorian was forced to follow her, bound in chains of the Lesser Aetree from which there was no escape. Nothing that Bathin could do would ever allow him to escape, no degradation, no regression to the mean, nothing at all would work.
This was a law far above his own that he had no way of overturning, even if he did manage to access his full power.
"There is no cliff for them to jump into. Instead, you force them into pits and stab them with pitchforks when they try to climb up!"
Why was he arguing with someone so self-absorbed about their plan? Their grandiose nature was apparent and there would be no way for them to budge at all.
Bathin knew this and spoke anyway. But he continued because that was the only thing he could ever do in defiance of such a tyrant.