Sarona looked at Garion calmly. "So… when do you want to do this?"
Vargan crossed his arms. "Yeah. Don't say tomorrow. My clan needs time to get excited."
Garion leaned back in his chair, relaxed. "One week."
Vargan blinked. "Only one week?"
"That's enough," Garion replied.
Sarona narrowed her eyes slightly. "Enough for you… or for us?"
Garion smirked faintly. "Both."
Vargan let out a short laugh. "Confident."
Garion shrugged. "Preparation doesn't change strength. It only reveals it."
Sarona tapped her finger lightly on the table, thinking. "One week, then. We return, prepare our elites, and announce it."
Garion nodded. "Make it public. Let them understand what's at stake."
Vargan grinned. "Oh, they'll understand. If they lose, they bow. That's enough to make them train like mad."
Sarona stood up slowly. "My clan won't take this lightly."
"Good," Garion replied.
"One week," she said.
Vargan cracked his knuckles. "We'll bring our best."
