Chapter 80
Dax rose to his feet.
The motion was unhurried, deliberate—a man rising not to command attention, but because standing had simply become the natural next step. His gaze settled on the Sixth Elder, who had not yet returned to his seat.
"It is true," Dax said evenly. "I have no feats in this clan. No name in the outside world."
He paused. Let the words settle.
"But that does not make me unreliable."
The Sixth Elder's brow furrowed. Before he could speak, Dax raised his hand.
Behind him, the air shimmered.
A gate tore open—not violently, but with the quiet precision of a scalpel parting flesh. Beyond it, a space that should not exist. Gleaming surfaces. Curved ceilings. Lights that burned without flame. His lab. His kingdom. His proof.
One by one, they emerged.
