Spoiled Prince of Delusions
The Gilded Halls of Ruusan had fallen silent since the conclusion of the first round of the Galactic Kaggath. Winners and losers were selected not based on their abilities, but rather on the amount of credits that could be thrust into the faces of the announcers to secure a favorable decision.
He stood at the heart of it all, turning slightly to examine himself in each of the seven mirrors arranged in a half-circle. Each mirror was angled just enough to reflect the light against his cheekbones and polished collar.
"Flawless," he murmured, not out of necessity for validation, but simply because it felt satisfying to say it aloud.
"Where are they? They have the audacity to keep Prince Avari waiting." His tone was as sharp as his gaze, which glimmered a deep yellow, subtly influenced by the dark side coursing through his veins. It wasn't anger, as that would make him seem desperate, but it certainly stirred his irritation.
He had called upon two individuals,
Velis Arden
and
Parvati
to join him in his fortress as they would serve as valuable allies in strengthening his influence within the Black Sun Syndicate. Yet, he was wise enough to refrain from acting too hastily. Despite his immense power, he had to acknowledge that the Falleen who referred to himself as Underlord had not yet shown all his cards.
"They ought to be groveling on the landing pad by now," he murmured, mostly to his own reflection. "Do they not grasp the significance of what has been set in motion here?"
