"What... did you just say?" Velren's voice came out slower than intended, as if his mind was still catching up.
Mikhail finally turned his attention away from the arena and faced him. "You heard me," he said, crossing his arms.
"After the Dominion Clash, I took that piece to someone who knows their shit when it comes to these kind of things."
Velren furrowed his brows. "And?"
"They told me it's a rare and valuable material—something that shouldn't even exist in common circulation."
Mikhail tapped the railing lightly, drifting his gaze downward.
"The stuff's called Ebonite Alloy."
Velren glanced back at the chunk of dark metal in his palm. Ebonite Alloy… The name sounded unfamiliar, but something about the way Mikhail was speaking made it clear that it should mean something.
Mikhail continued, his voice taking on a more measured tone.
"This isn't just some random high-grade material. Ebonite Alloy is the trademark of House Rhaegis."
Velren's grip on the piece tightened.
