The emperor's brow furrowed in confusion. What did Han Xin mean by that? Han Xin's gaze dropped briefly to the ring on his finger before he continued, "Unlike that traitor Xiang, I know all your secrets."
He fell silent for a moment, allowing the implications to settle in. "I am also pretty sure you are familiar with Project Midnight Phoenix."
At the mention of the project, Emperor Xandr's beard trembled with rage. "That is a myth!" he shot back, but Han Xin's fierce glare shot back at him like a bolt of lightning.
"Is it?" Han Xin challenged, his aura shifting as he leaned forward. The intensity in his eyes sliced through the air, drawing Xandr's unease into the spotlight.
The emperor's bravado faltered, and he realized Han Xin was serious. The named project had been a constant thorn in the Federation's side, an unsettling secret that loomed over them like a storm cloud. The weight of its implications pressed down, sending a chill through the chamber.
