The Aeldari had always had a tradition of not speaking like normal people. Their language system was as complex and incomprehensible as their political system.
After listening to Tyk Silver-Eye ramble on with riddles and little allegorical tales for so long, Emperor Inamars grew increasingly bored and disdainful. His fingers tapped against the armrest of his throne as he urged Tyk Silver-Eye to hurry up and get to the point.
"Drazhar's White Bone Kingdom must be destroyed in the cradle..."
"Enough, enough. I get it." Emperor Inamars waved a hand, indicating that he had heard enough. He then had the technomancers teleport Tyk Silver-Eye and Maka to their seats. "Keep the music playing. Keep dancing..."
Emperor Inamars's indifferent attitude made Lin Fan somewhat curious. He asked Szeras and Trazyn what exactly they had come here to do.
"This..." Trazyn and Szeras quickly exchanged glances and decided not to tell Lin Fan about the Word of the Creator. They merely said, "We came to resolve the Flayed Ones problem. For the prosperity of the entire Milky Way, it is only natural to deal with a few sick patients."
"Fine. If you need help, you can call on me. These Flayed Ones really are too dangerous."
Trazyn and Szeras repeatedly agreed. Meanwhile, Yvraine went to speak with Tyk Silver-Eye and Maka about recent events.
The atmosphere of the banquet warmed once more. Emperor Inamars swayed his body to the rhythm of the music atop his throne, utterly unconcerned with matters outside. However, his loyal subordinate, Chief Assassin Rotaros, sensed something strange.
"Do you still have friends waiting outside?"
Rotaros's abrupt question left Trazyn stunned for a moment. He then replied that everyone present was here for the banquet.
If that was the case, then they were just a bunch of insects, weren't