Three hours after Vlad left, Marshal Maximo sat in his throne room, his expression filled with nothing but irritation and annoyance as he gazed at the golden-haired man standing before him. The air in the chamber was tense, the weight of the conversation pressing heavily upon the gathered Legends, whose faces betrayed their silent displeasure.
"The price of Sage-tier weapons will rise by fifty percent, and the shipment will arrive two weeks later than anticipated. There has been an issue with some thieves attacking our supply routes. I hope the Marshal understands," Urion announced, his voice laced with insincere politeness. His golden robes, adorned with the insignia of the Zanis Association, shimmered under the dim light of the throne room.
