"A spark is not a sun," Thorne spat, his voice trembling with suppressed malice. "Many can light a fire quickly, but the density determines the warrior.
"Silence!" Veylara roared. The command was physical, a wave of essence that silenced the room. Veylara walked down from the dais, her chitin armor clinking. She looked at Sol with a new, piercing intensity. "An awakening in minutes... such a thing has never been recorded. Not even in the scrolls of any faraway tribe. If this is true, the Veynar have not just found a guest. We have found a Saviour."
Thorne's eyes narrowed, the greed in them battling with his fear. If Sol was truly a genius of this scale, Thorne's plan to sell the tribe to the Zharun was in jeopardy. A genius of this caliber could stabilize the tribe's morale and eventually become a Layer 4 or higher warrior in record time.
