Syra stopped beside Elian and placed a polished glass slate onto the stone table. The surface glowed instantly, projecting a detailed structural schematic of the Arbiter's Grace alongside several complex alchemical graphs.
"Your projection of 'absolute' advantage is mathematically incorrect," Syra stated coldly. "Our perimeter sensors stripped your vessel's structural history and mana-residue the moment you crossed the Continental Moat. Your ship sustained massive damage from Fourth Continent heavy naval artillery exactly twenty-one days ago. The hull repairs feature inferior timber and rushed craftsmanship, proving the total loss of your primary eastern shipyards."
Syra tapped her staff against the stone floor, shifting the projection to display the glowing blue rocks from the docks.
