"Lord Valacar, Mosela Citadel is… something else," Orion said, his tone a mix of sincerity and admiration. "Its scale is staggering. Humbling. This is the most civilized place I've seen since I first set foot in the Abyss."
This wasn't just flattery. Seven parts truth, three parts envy, Orion thought. In his eyes, a fortress like Mosela Citadel, perfectly balancing offense and defense, was the only true way to anchor power in a place like this.
"Your praise makes the long years of effort feel worthwhile, Orion," Valacar replied, a genuine warmth in his voice. "I wouldn't call it 'civilization,' but there is order here. And I have given every race that lives within these walls a fighting chance."
