"Which means..." Zephyra added softly, her voice carrying a cool, strategic weight, "They no longer possess the strength to threaten our borders and ...the balance of power in the Great Orrath has not merely shifted.
It has been destroyed. When news of this massacre reaches the Spire and the outer sectors, the smaller clans will scatter in terror."
Sol straightened up slightly, resting his hand on the pommel of his Dreadwing blade. "Then take their territory. The Veynar were on the defensive because you were outnumbered.
Now, you have nearly a thousand high-layer laborers and three empty tribal sectors waiting to be claimed."
Veylara let out a low, raspy laugh… a sound rich with newfound authority and unyielding resolve.
"We will," Veylara said, her deep blue eyes flashing with a fierce light. "We will march into their sectors, claim their tribes, and rebuild the Veynar lineage stronger than it has ever been in our history.
