Punk naturally had no objection to the "Chairman's" suggestion that they wait until after the next Executors meeting to decide the exact composition of the tenfold reward. In fact, from the perspective of maximizing benefits, once he learned that the next meeting would be held soon, Whisper of Destruction's thoughts had already aligned with what His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne had said.
After all, although "tenfold reward" sounded like an enormous and astonishing quantity, every share of exchangeable compensation was still incomparably precious in Punk's eyes. If possible, the caster naturally hoped that every bit of limited resources in his possession could achieve maximum effectiveness in accordance with the changing situation of the Multiverse. At present, the only channel through which he could most efficiently and comprehensively learn of the Multiverse's hidden developments was clearly the Executors meetings.
So agreeing to the Chairman's proposal brought no disadvantages whatsoever to Punk, did it?
What was more, His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne had generously intervened in person to fully repair the shattered Morningstar Golem, Kexviya... Having so easily gained such a huge advantage, the Morningstar Mage naturally had even less to say. Whisper of Destruction was now absolutely willing to express one hundred percent approval for the Chairman's idea.
Thus, amid an atmosphere of "silent satisfaction on both sides," the Chairman, who had come to retrieve his Blazing Sun level magic equipment, turned and silently stepped through a small white portal, leaving the Faerun plane. Meanwhile, Punk, still standing beside Anthony's corpse, happily examined the important sharp blade before him that had been reborn—Kexviya.
"..."
"Wake up, my golem. Your work is far from over!"
Expressionlessly entering a unique activation password into the Morningstar Golem's control terminal with his mental power, Whisper of Destruction watched the girl construct with both