"...We are the Temur Empire. The strongest power on this continent." The figure spoke, his voice flat and deceptively soft, yet carrying to every corner of the silent room. "Yet, looking at the 'leaders' of our high command bickering like street thugs over a handful of terrorists, one would think we are on the brink of collapse."
"..."
His pale golden eyes swept across the room, tracking every individual present. Under his gaze, those who had been shouting moments earlier lowered their heads. Their faces paled, sweat beading on their brows, and no one dared meet his eyes.
"Hah..." The figure let out a disappointed sigh and tapped a finger on the table again. The next moment, sound returned to the room. The faint shuffle of feet, the rustle of fabric, the sound of someone swallowing a bit too loudly. A few let out breaths they had been holding.
"Dayyan," the figure called out, "I will leave this to you."
