Zarvok paused, tilting his head, his sharp gaze lingering on her. A faint, knowing smile crept onto his lips. "Indeed, you could find uses for them. And perhaps in your hands they may serve a purpose that even you have yet to uncover. But," his tone shifted, firm and steady, "their use will never surpass the strength I could bring to your world. Knowledge is one thing. Survival in the race of the cosmos is another. And only one of those will decide if your realm continues to exist."
Ikenga's eyes lingered on Zarvok for a long moment before he finally looked to Keles. He could see the tension in her jaw, the faint tightening around her eyes. She did not like this, did not like the casual way Zarvok reduced souls to fuel, to seeds for war.
