**Chapter 598**
**Lianna – Sienar Family Private Meeting Room**
**Dagon POV**
The Wrath Shield Prison hummed around us — a perfect sphere of crackling dark energy and layered force barriers that rendered everything outside completely blind and deaf. Inside, it was just Raith Sienar and me.
And my anger.
"How does one balance such passionate competency with the mindless decision to betray me and cost everything?" I roared, my voice deepening into something draconic and raw. "Every credit I've given you. Every world. Every hidden route. Every advantage I handed you and your family to help me win this war — and you spit in my face?"
Raith stumbled back, eyes wide with terror. The confident industrialist who had built an empire on my gifts now looked like a man staring into the jaws of a krayt dragon.
"Dagon, please — I can explain—" he stammered.
I flicked my fingers. Force stasis locked him in place mid-sentence, freezing his body while leaving his eyes mobile with fear.
"Shut up and listen."
I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that echoed with the Dragon Emperor's influence.
"Your family — your original company — was on the verge of being absorbed by the Republic. That means every idea, every piece of knowledge you possessed would have been delayed, regulated, stolen, or buried by the Senate and rival corporations. Your workers, your planets, everything you built would have been lost or diluted. I pulled you out of that grave. I gave you freedom. And now you stand here, capable of rivaling Corellia and Kuat combined, and you betray that trust?"
Raith's eyes darted desperately, but he couldn't move.
I continued, circling him slowly.
"We're on the verge of greatness. We were this close to providing real peace and security for the galaxy." My voice grew colder. "Let me share some details Kuat conveniently left out. They've already completed designs for a new Mandator II and Mandator III — nearly nine kilometers long. Slow-moving, but terrifyingly powerful. Meanwhile, the Separatists are building up to thirty-five more ships on the scale of the Malevolence and Malice. Five-kilometer superweapons. And your homeworld? Lianna? It's well protected because of *me*. Do you honestly think Kuat will rush to defend you if war reaches your doorstep?"
I stopped directly in front of him, eyes burning red with three black marks spinning slowly.
"So tell me… who are you in love with, and what do they want?"
When I released the stasis just enough for him to speak, Raith gasped.
"Jasmill," he whispered hoarsely. "It was love at first sight when they sent her."
I exhaled sharply. "Excellent. Now I know how to prepare."
I released the stasis completely.
"Tell them tomorrow I will have a meeting with the two of them and you to discuss the alliance. On *my* terms. Understand?"
Raith nodded rapidly, sweat beading on his forehead. "Yes. Yes, of course."
The Wrath Shield Prison dissolved into drifting black mist. I turned toward the door, voice returning to its usual calm tone.
"Now then, I am quite tired. I will retire to my ship. Raith has some news he will inform you of later. Have a pleasant evening."
I reached the doorway and paused, glancing back over my shoulder. The entire Sienar group — advisors, family, and guests — watched me with wide eyes.
"One more thing," I said softly.
The Wrath Shield flared once more. Red lightning crackled across my armor as the shield's surface twisted into a draconic visage, jaws open in silent roar.
"If any of you mention any of this to anyone — even as a joke — I will rip the flesh from your bones and leave no dust."
The dragon faded. I offered a polite smile.
"Goodnight."
I stepped out, the door hissing shut behind me, leaving absolute silence in my wake.