The Cursed Serpent leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze fixed on Cliff from across the table.
Despite the bile burning in his throat, Cliff ignored the pressure and calmly replied:
"Of course. We need to decide how we're going to organize this vast territory that is now ours."
The Cursed Serpent rested his elbow on the armrest of his chair, propping his chin against his fist. A slow smile tugged at the corners of his beard.
"Judging by how quickly you summoned us, I assume you already have a plan?" he said.
Cliff met his gaze without flinching. The orange glow in his eyes pulsed slightly, like embers stoked by the wind.
"I do," he admitted calmly. "But this isn't about imposing my vision. It's about creating something that will last… something stable."
A deep chuckle rumbled in the Serpent's chest.
