Rubedo tapped his fingers against the armrest while the digital monitors projected the walls of Bastion and the bristling artillery batteries lining the coast. He looked down at Valerius who was bound by the dark mana chains on the floor.
"It makes absolutely no difference how powerful a native god or their population claims to be. If your peers march onto the Seventeenth Continent, they will die. I control the geography and the industry to break them."
Valerius glanced at the tactical feeds illuminating the room and nodded once. He shifted his legs against the glowing restraints. "You have weaponized the bedrock itself. A conventional invasion would fail."
Rubedo leaned forward and rested his chin on his knuckles. "You knew about this artifact and the spatial rift. You kept quiet about the anomaly when I explicitly asked you for help regarding it."
