A small group from Valantar City stepped forward, moving with sharp precision as they approached Broken. Clearly, they weren't here to talk peace—they were here to deliver a message.
Their leader, clad in silver-trimmed armor bearing the Valantar crest, stopped just shy of the border. Broken stood calmly, arms crossed, his gaze steady and unreadable.
The silence between the two sides was suffocating.
"I don't like your presence here," Broken said, his voice calm, but with a steel edge. "You're too close. This is already a threat. And threats like this… they don't get polite responses."
The Valantar representative narrowed his eyes.
"So, what then? You want to start a war?"
"You came here looking for one," Broken shot back, still composed. "Don't expect me to entertain your games with civility."
The envoy scowled. "Slumdon has hurt Valantar City. You've stolen resources. Trade. Players. You think we'll just sit and watch?"
