For Rhys Graves, there was a certain dark humor in the way Adyr toyed with Henry's nerves and treated three city-destroyer-level powerhouses like nothing more than high-profile guests arriving for dinner. To men like Henry, those figures meant crisis meetings, evacuation plans, sleepless nights, and casualty estimates. To Adyr, they were simply people he had invited for a meal.
It was the kind of scene Rhys knew he would never witness in Earth's usual political meetings, which were always cold, formal, and painfully dull. There, power hid behind prepared speeches, staged handshakes, and careful smiles.
Seeing how power in this place was not hidden behind protocol but rather moved openly and unapologetically through the corridors was a new perspective for him.
Even so, his amusement faded a little when he saw Adyr turn back toward him.
"Ah, yes, Rhys. I want you to join us as well. We might need your professional opinions during our conversation."
