"What did you just say?" Omira frowned deeply, the lines on his face tightening as if he had just heard something utterly absurd.
"Did you just say we should join you as a wing?" Omis was no better. His voice carried clear disbelief, and the atmosphere in the hall instantly grew heavier.
"Yes, what's the problem with that?" Aro raised both of his hands casually, a relaxed smile spreading across his face as though the matter was completely natural. "There are many forces that knelt before me and begged for this great opportunity. They pleaded for the honor of becoming part of my structure. But I refused them all… and eventually erased them from existence entirely."
Bam
Omis slammed the armrest of his throne so hard that the sound echoed across the chamber.
"Are you comparing us to the random forces you fight?" His voice rose sharply. "Do you think we are the same as those insignificant factions you wipe out at will? Have you lost your damn mind?!"
