Rhino, sensing the escalating tension, stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Enough, both of you. We're not here to argue about the past." He turned to Zen, his eyes steady. "What do you want, Zen? Why are you here?"
Zen shifted his focus to Rhino, and for a brief moment, his cocky demeanor softened. "I came to offer you a choice," he said quietly, almost as if weighing his words. "You've got an army. You're planning something big. But you're wasting your time if you think you can win this war with just sheer numbers. You need power. And I can offer that power."
Barty's expression darkened. "Power? What kind of power are you talking about?"
Zen's smirk returned, more sinister than before. "The kind of power that will ensure you're not just pawns in a game. The kind that will change the balance of this entire war. I'm offering you a chance to join me—and Castro—and truly win this war. Or, you can stay here, squabbling over scraps."
