The exchange between the White Death and Overlord carried on for nearly an hour — a battle of words, logic, and will.
Neither raised their voice, but each sentence carried the weight of worlds. Every argument was measured, every pause calculated.
At last, the A.I. Chip Clone inclined his head. "It is a deal, then."
The Emperor of Graecia exhaled deeply. It was the first breath he had allowed himself since the negotiation began. He felt as though the very essence of his soul had been wrung dry — the mental strain greater than what he had endured when facing Pompeyo in battle.
Still, he managed a faint smile. Exhaustion warred with relief across his face.
The deal he had sealed with Overlord guaranteed the safety of the Empire. The Graecian fleets would have the Xaos Kingdom's support during reconstruction; their borders would remain secure, and none would dare strike at them while they rebuilt. But the cost… the cost was steep.
