The new nobles, Archons, representatives of the Blood Pity Association, arena masters, and beastmasters stood in the Hall of Conspiracy, watching Vect smile as he asked his attendant about the situation in Commorragh's Zharad District.
"How is the situation in the Zharad District now?"
Hearing Vect's question, the attendant pointed at the Zharad District on the holographic map. "My lord, ninety percent of the buildings in the Zharad District have collapsed, including the lower levels. Three million of our people have died, along with over twenty billion livestock of all kinds. The number of survivors is not even enough to fill a single Wrack production run..."
"Then what about those two fools, Aosabaier and Alundenaer? And Amalaga? Why did they not resolve this problem?"
The attendant carefully wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and glanced at the others, only to find that none of them dared even breathe too loudly. These ruthless figures, whose names made slaves tremble outside, were just as terrified before the Lord of Conspiracy.
"My lord... Archons Aosabaier and Alundenaer... they did not have enough manpower to deal with the problem there... Master Amalaga... appears to have been involved in the destruction of the Zharad District. We found many prohibited technologies in the ruins... technologies connected to the heavens."
"Hehehehe..."
Vect chuckled softly, setting his scepter aside and rubbing his palms together twice. "Dunteste, Yadexis, Ima, you three remain. Everyone else, leave."
The crowd exchanged looks, but ultimately obeyed Vect and left the hall. Only the three people he had named, along with Vect's attendant, remained inside.
Vect raised his head. The false smile on his face stiffened, his features twisted, and all trace of pleasure vanished from his eyes. "That was an order! A damned order!"
"Have you fools grown wings? How could you