The entire room fell silent after Lucien spoke.
The Elder Moon smiled with closed eyes.
"What do you mean, Lord Cien?"
Lucien stared at him specifically and glanced over the others.
"I mean, think about it. The very concept you've all bonded against is what has propelled the world this far. The world has ridden evolution's backbone to reach where it stands today. Maybe your goal held validity a thousand years ago, or ten thousand years ago, or whenever. But no—it doesn't anymore. You'll only become a nuisance if you proceed with this."
He sensed a subtle shift in the air around them all. Their expressions, diverse as they were, uniformly conveyed the same displeasure. Except Gayanna, who still kept her eyes closed, and Valdris, who smiled serenely.
Lucien couldn't decipher his thoughts—his smile was completely blank and unreadable.
Even his voice, when he spoke, stayed measured and levelled.
