The elf stood eight feet tall, his presence commanding immediate attention. His skin held a velvety quality that seemed to absorb and reflect light simultaneously. His features were sculpted with such perfection that he appeared less like flesh and more like divine artistry given form. Everything about him radiated an otherworldly beauty that made others seem crude by comparison.
"Aetheus," Jorghan acknowledged, his expression unchanged.
Aetheus of the Nor'vack sub-branch stood between them now, his stance protective yet not aggressive. His eyes, sharp as polished steel, moved from Kael'var to Jorghan.
"Your words carry truth, Jorghan Sol'vur," Aetheus said, his voice smooth and resonant. "But they lack understanding. Power alone doesn't grant one the right to act as they wish, nor does it make the path forward clear."
Jorghan's gaze sharpened. "Power is the only truth that matters. Everything else is decoration."
