Xia sat at the head of the table, the hum of the elders’ voices a steady drone. “The Voidborn grow bolder,” an elder growled, “We must strike first!”
A younger leader leaned forward. “Or we destabilize them. Seed a false alliance among their factions and let their ambition consume them.”
Xia’s luminous eyes narrowed, intrigued. Clever... and less costly than war.
The room hushed, elders exchanging glances as Xia allowed a rare smile. Elaborate, ... She pauses, ... Your name?
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