"Oh? Could it be that I am not qualified enough to stop a noble of your standing?" The planetary champion's voice was calm, almost amused, as if the shouting of the lesser noble barely registered in his mind. He did not even glance at the enraged octopod. In truth, his eyes were fixed elsewhere.
What had truly caught his attention was not the outburst of an arrogant Tier Three, but the surge of power he had felt only moments before.
For the briefest heartbeat, the dock bay had trembled under an aura far greater than his own, a force that brushed against his senses like the touch of fire and divinity. The source of that presence was clear. It radiated from where Little Red was standing.
"Take him away," the champion ordered without hesitation. "Contact his clan and demand compensation. Military deployments are costly, and I do not cover the expenses of fools."
