"Oh you fiend… you despicable fiend!!" Ranther's voice thundered through the chamber as he slammed his hand onto Aro's collar with fierce intensity, lifting him slightly off the ground. "You destroyed it?! Of all the countless heavenly bodies scattered across the sectors, you couldn't find a single other target except Draklon?! The planet of the Sylas family, the cradle of their lineage, their legacy! Did it even occur to you what this would mean?!"
Aro pushed Ranther aside with effortless calm, his movements precise and controlled, and readjusted his uniform. "I wanted to send a message," he said, his voice low but carrying over the tense silence in the war room. "Now that message will reach every single corner of Mid Sector 99 before the day ends." His tone sharpened, becoming more commanding, more final: "That no one, absolutely no one, dares to interfere with the Grave Double Centennial Empire!! Everyone will know."
