Krogan's fingers tapped against his throne's armrest. Once. Twice. The subtle sound sent an unmistakable warning through the room.
"Because the moment we force them, we will have already lost."
The room fell silent.
Krogan rose from his seat, his towering form casting a long shadow over his generals.
"We are still hidden. Forgotten. That is our greatest advantage. Do not throw it away for something as petty as pride."
The Elephant-headed general, Balogun, let out a deep rumble of agreement. "If we are exposed before we are ready, we will have the gods and their spawn at our gates before we have even begun."
The Dragon-headed general, ever the strategist, nodded slowly. "If they refuse, we leave. We offer once and once only. No threats. No ultimatums."
The Gorilla in the suit adjusted his golden cuffs and chuckled. "A simple proposition: join us, or remain as you are. The choice is theirs."
