The ten councilors stood completely paralyzed.
The sheer, ruthless pragmatism of the tale.
The cold, calculated deceit, the use of a brother's bones as armor, the absolute destruction of a clan's leadership from the inside out.
Mirrored the exact fate that had just befallen the High Council of Caeloria in the throne room.
"You're a monster..." Selene Alyon whispered, her voice trembling as she looked at him with profound terror.
"I am efficient," Jack corrected smoothly. "A god tasked me with cleaning up this Spire. The floors were infested with stagnant corruption and broken power structures. I don't have the time to hold debates or plead for cooperation. I clean the rot, bind the survivors, and turn them into a functional vanguard. And they obey every single word I speak because of one simple truth: I am the Soul Warden."
The ten councilors looked at each other in total confusion.
