(The Eternal Garden)
The tea leaves that Kaelith began preparing hadn't even fully steeped when Mauriss broke the silence again, his voice relaxed, almost amused, like an artist admiring the ruin they had just finished painting together.
"So. Shall we address the elephant in the garden? The topic we have gathered here to discuss?"
He asked, as Kaelith exhaled sharply through his nose, already regretting not poisoning the tea.
Mauriss continued without waiting for permission, floating a fraction higher above his dreamstone seat. "If the Cult has access to Origin Metal… and Soron is truly preparing to forge with it, then it changes everything. You both know that."
"The six great clans might reconsider their support to the Universal Government if they feel threatened for their lives.
Afterall, there's no saying what Soron might do with such a blade.
