[Stat points? We have enough—close to five hundred million… But why on earth would you need such an amount?]
I looked at the flickering message on my HUD and couldn't help but grin. The sheer scale of the number didn't intimidate me; it exhilarated me. [Just prepare all of them for me,] I sent back, the digital words sharp and commanding.
I paused for a beat before adding, [I believe the bones I'm providing will be more than enough to cover the cost. As for the extra value, send me every Souler you have in stock.]
[You don't want the Fallen Gods anymore?] the reply came, tinged with a hint of confusion.
[Just Soulers for now,] I confirmed.
I wasn't being greedy; I was being practical. At this moment, I had solved the immediate crisis of stat points, but I was still staring down the barrel of a major soul deficit.
