Kharzan laughed again, the sound resonating off the walls of the hall. His amber eyes gleamed with predatory amusement as he surveyed the room.
"With today's poor response, you've shown me that I truly have my territory better organized," he declared with arrogance. The golden patterns beneath his skin pulsed with smug satisfaction. "Numerical advantage from the beginning. One hundred elite warriors against... how many? Three dozens?"
"Don't confuse numbers with power," Selphira responded, her voice cool and steady despite the tension. "Your troops don't surpass ours in quality... In a prolonged conflict, in the end, we also have more numbers. Our three united families exceed your faction 2 to 1."
"It is you who is confused, dear Selphira," Kharzan answered, leaning forward. "Don't believe you're speaking against just the third part of all Yano."
His voice took on a darker tone.
