The Rizen General felt a cold sweat matting his back as he listened to these powerhouses argue like children. This was probably the worst impression for these children to have of those who were truly powerful, but after you reached this level of strength, decorum became little more than background noise.
Who cared about propriety when you didn't need to care about the opinions of others? This was what the real powerhouses looked like, no matter what territory you were speaking of.
Even so, the fact that they'd be arguing here meant that this matter was quite larger, and apparently only Fanelei truly understood what was going on.
"You accepted," Sylas suddenly said.
The words, spoken by someone other than an Ancestor, made everything fall into silence.
