The Dark Apostle felt like a winner.
He won the leadership challenge and successfully took over the Phase Lord Department.
Granted, his victory was not as absolute as he liked. His weaker self collaborated with the collies who expected to spread their tentacles into his organization.
He knew better than to resist. Red humanity remained dominant, so the Dark Apostle had little choice but to play by the rules. He had learned his lesson several times already. Rather than put up a futile resistance, he was more interested in building up his power base and making sure that the Ascended Giants became strong enough to last in this brutal dwarf galaxy.
After the greeting ceremony came to an end, the Dark Apostle dismissed the crowd and organized a meeting with a number of familiar faces.
The Dark Apostle, the Grapple King, the Fiery Axe and the Divine Harpoon all entered the large and fairly secure mech-scaled meeting room in their current sizes.
