Aikar's affairs could wait. For now, Punk did not have enough surplus assets to do business with others. Although, considering that the Silent Alliance was currently at war with the Pantheon, a spellcaster could theoretically try robbing a few gods for extra income, but...
Whenever he thought about how this "temporary reviewer" was still fighting some damn war with others, Whisper of Destruction felt his head ache in a rare moment of irritation.
Wars began whenever they began; that much had been expected. Unfortunately, before the first clash had even fully concluded, one of the war's participants no longer had any soldiers left to send into battle.
Once Smile's subordinates had all died, she could simply ask the Pantheon for more. Though the wealthy Council of Gods might feel the sting, gathering a few weak divine avatars to assist the God of Slaughter in carrying out his mission would not be a problem.
So where was Whisper of Destruction, victorious in battle but defeated in strategy, supposed to find new subordinates? Was he supposed to ask the Chairman for some too?
When they had first prepared for war, Punk had been hoping the Chairman would return quickly to take charge, so he could use the operations of a few subordinates to rake in benefits everywhere. But now, the spellcaster sincerely hoped His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne would not return too soon, because this damned "war" was simply too damn brutal! Whether the mingling of blood and tears was cruel might be difficult to say, but the pain of spending resources in war was absolutely no lie.
"Ah, Lindon Hughes, have the Candy Merchant and that young devil been settled in?"
Turning around helplessly to question his construct butler, Punk spoke of the Legendary Twins as if they were two