Amon's gaze drifted toward the violet flames dancing around his throne, flickering in response to his mana signature. He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke.
How curious… The Star Empire chooses complete isolation. Then not long after, the Forger's Guild, the Alchemy Association, and two of the most independently stubborn powers in the galactic quadrant mobilize with them—under no public banner."
He leaned forward slightly.
"I find it difficult to believe this is mere coincidence."
"But…" he trailed off, eyes narrowing, "
"I have no proof that this isn't just coincidence," Amon said quietly. "And worse… my instincts—those that have guided me in every situation—are silent."
His tone remained calm, but there was a sharp undertone of unease. He didn't like silence. Not from the world, and especially not from within himself.
