"If I had died, would you know what I now know?" she countered. "Would you know that in two days, their world will host a grand tournament? That their forces will be scattered, their strongest distracted?"
The Progenitor's growl rumbled deep, but he said nothing.
"They believe their arrogance will shield them. They believe we are still licking our wounds from past wars. But I tell you this—Ivana, their Ice Empress, spared me with the sigil of their god, believing they have bought peace."
Gasps rose.
She reached into her fur and pulled the glowing Deus sigil from within her cloak.
"Look at it. See with your own eyes."
The Progenitor stared. His claws twitched, but he was silent.
Another elder stepped forward. "She speaks truth... The sigil bears divine aura. It cannot be forged."
Still, the Progenitor hesitated. But the spark of pride and strategy flickered in his gaze.
