Chapter 187. Failed Negotiations

Eryndor’s POV

“Varian! What is the meaning of this?” the High Seer thundered across the Radiant Circle chamber, his voice echoing off the stone walls. I had only ever seen him this furious once before—during our desperate confrontation with Zephyr. Now, his eyes blazed at Varian with the same intensity.

Varian leaned back in his chair, folding his arms carelessly. “Meaning, Eryx?” he drawled, using the High Seer’s true name with deliberate coldness. “Your people are safe now. Isn’t that all that matters?” His tone was so dismissive—so completely devoid of concern—that arrogance seemed to drip from every syllable.

“Don’t give me that malarkey!” the High Seer roared, slamming his fist on the long oaken table. “I’m talking about those messages you sent me earlier. You claimed our city lacked the materials and space to harbor the refugees of Aurion. From the reign of my predecessor through my own rule, we never questioned our duty to stay on the surface and defe