"Hmmm, your approach with Lord Zaryon is completely different from how you handled Lord Damir," Timari remarked, letting out a soft, deliberate whistle that lingered in the air, almost like a gentle echo of curiosity. "Why is that?"
Robin leaned back slightly, fingers tapping against the armrest of his chair as he considered his words carefully. "Damir is a straightforward enemy-he and his father. Ever since I plotted to swallow Sectors 99 and 100, I was destined to oppose both the Sorcerer and the Pure. And since the Cursed Darvion has maintained constant control over the Pure Kaylis, naturally he became my enemy as well… He is someone I must subdue with force, a person whose mere presence beside me is uncomfortable, and who would equally feel threatened witnessing my growing strength and influence. There is no room for negotiation—only containment and careful strategy."
