Alix doesn't look away. His gaze remains fixed, cold, steady, absolute. "You said it yourself, you have no choice. The humans take from you, threaten you, and offer nothing in return." He leans forward slightly, his tone unyielding. "I'm offering you something better. Protection. Strength. Freedom from fear."
Vordon's eyes tremble. He feels it—the power behind those calm words. A force that could crush a city without lifting a finger.
Vordon takes a deep, shaking breath, the floor still cold against his forehead. Slowly, he lifts his head just enough to speak.
"My lord… I want to confirm something first."
Alix's eyes narrow slightly. "What is it?"
Vordon meets his gaze with a mixture of awe and fear. "Are you… a Tier 7?"
The question hangs heavy in the air.
