"Do you really wish to provoke a full-scale war, elf?"
Warily eyeing the six incoming Ninth Rank elf spellcasters, the Ninth Rank guardian of the Mechanical Network half-plane appeared solemn. A stream of blue light shimmered across their metallic face, already entering battle mode.
"Our demands are simple, we merely need to access the historical records of the Mechanical Network. There will be no other actions that could cause harm to your side, and we are willing to provide appropriate compensation."
A few Ninth Rank elves exchanged glances, and finally, Seymour Silver Leaf stepped forward, speaking on behalf of all elves.
"However, as you have continuously refused to respond to our legitimate demands, we have been forced to resort to extreme measures.
