As for credibility and reputation, neither mattered to White Eagle. They had started out as robbers.
Would they care about such things? Not a chance.
In a secluded space...
The five Zerg Empresses were there, along with three Demon Overlords from the Abyss, the Evil Gods of the Warp—the Lord of Pleasure and the Lord of Thousand Changes, Yelokiji.
And, of course, White Eagle's Taboo was there too.
Yelokiji seemed listless, almost absent.
What had happened in the Main World had nearly broken Yelokiji's resolve.
Only Yelokiji's strong will had kept that from happening. Any other Taboo would have cracked long ago.
Disaster had struck again and again.
Yelokiji was starting to get superstitious. Was it really a streak of bad luck? Should Yelokiji find a temple and pray?
Anyone could see how defeated Yelokiji looked, though no one paid it much attention.
Yelokiji stood on the brink of collapse. If not for a stubborn spark of defiance, Yelokiji would have given up already.
Fuck this. I'm done.
"Everyone, we're good partners, aren't we?" said the white Taboo.
"Partners?" Yelokiji looked at him. That much was true. Whether they were good partners was another matter.
They might be working together, but White Eagle, the Zerg, the Warp, and the Demons all wished the others dead.
Not kicking one another while they were down was the best any of them could manage.
Given the chance, though, none would hesitate to land a blow.
The white Taboo glanced at Yelokiji but did not respond. "Everyone, this Destiny is forming in White Eagle. It belongs to White Eagle. We're willing to pay a price for it."
"Oh? What price?" the Empress of Nirvana asked with interest.
Destiny was a ticket to Genesis Level. White Eagle wanted to buy their cooperation, but could they