I leaned over the map, my mind racing through the geometric possibilities of empire. If this gamble paid off, Fang would almost certainly be promoted to Paragon, and it wasn't even impossible for Wryly to receive the same treatment from the Berserker hierarchy.
But the real prize wasn't just the political standing of my allies; it was the sheer number of humans I'd harvest from these states. We were talking about souls numbered in the millions, or even tens of millions.
I looked at the map, but I didn't see its current, fragmented state. Instead, I started to draw glowing lines in my mind, separating the territories of the three of us partaking in this coalition.
The East side… I had to have it. If I could get my hands on Michigan, Indiana, and Kentucky, and draw a hard line from there all the way to the Atlantic, I'd be satisfied.
