Arthur exhaled sharply, running a clawed hand through his crimson hair before fixing Heron with a steady, almost reproachful gaze. He stepped forward, arms crossing over his chest, his tone edged with restrained frustration.
"You marched in with an army, ready for war. My allies were but a handful, standing with a people already weakened. What choice did I have?" His gaze bore into Heron, his voice low but firm. "I won't deny my tie to the Hydra. My will ran alongside theirs."
He let the words settle like the weight of an anchor before shaking his head. "For every ally you gained, you made just as many enemies. The Hydra's reach is vast, its roots tangled across all three continents. By saving their people, you did not only wound your enemy's power and wealth, you forged ties with forces far greater than you realize." His cyan slits narrowed. "Tash itself is thick with their kind. Did you even know what you were stepping into?"
