At the level of a Demigod, transactional wealth was meaningless. You couldn't buy a god with gold. The only currency that mattered among the apex predators was leverage—favors owed, blood debts, and personal loyalty.
"One more thing," the Deputy Commander added, shifting gears. "For the allies of the Champions Alliance, we will offer the status of Honorary Assembly Member. They will be issued the Black Obsidian Badge."
He held up a hand, preempting questions. "This badge grants the right of asylum. It is a promise of protection."
It was a shrewd move. It solidified their soft power both internally and externally. The Deputy Commander clearly had the roadmap laid out long before this meeting.
"What are the resource requirements to get the Platinum Authority off the ground?" Orion asked.
