"It's time to prepare for war!"
Damien's voice carried the absolute weight of his newly formed 8th-Order Eclipse Core.
The Dukes stared at him. Duke Aurum's golden belly jiggled with indignation.
"You? A human? You think you can command the wealth of Argentum? We are High Nobles of the Abyss! We do not take orders from—"
"He speaks with my voice," the Platinum Prince cut in.
The Demigod didn't look at the Dukes.
His glowing white eyes remained fixed on the holographic map, watching the sea of red dots surging upward from Layer 7.
"Silence!," the Prince stated coldly, his 9th-Order pressure suppressing any further argument.
"he has my backing. Give him your foundries, your gold, and your men. If Argentum falls, your titles mean nothing."
The Prince waved his hand, dismissing them.
"Go, Zero. Fortify the Slag Heap. I will remain here to intercept the Demi-God entities when they breach. Do not let the vanguard touch my city."
