Sylindra's trembling fingers signed Aelindros's response with mechanical precision: "Sacrifice for greatness."
David's measured voice cut through the emotional devastation with strategic clarity. "And the evidence against you was prepared in advance."
It wasn't a question. His tactical mind had already identified the coordination required for such a complete betrayal.
Sylindra's jerky signing confirmed his assessment, council members already corrupted and ready to believe lies, witnesses prepared with testimonies that painted her as the true conspirator, documents forged with supernatural skill to support the fabricated narrative.
"They eliminated everyone who could vouch for your character," David observed with clinical precision. "Professional work."
