Azrath stepped forward.
He tapped lightly on the metallic ring around his wrist.
A pale blue holographic screen unfolded in the void, displaying a complex, rotating 3D map marked with numerous energy nodes and spatial coordinates.
"This is a minor Plane World under the control of the Phoenix Imperium," Azrath said, pointing to a specific region.
"It contains a stable and abundant energy source—enough to temporarily ease the Vorgar Empire's current energy strain."
Kaelthorn's eyes lit up slightly.
But Azrath continued before he could speak.
"Of course, it won't sustain your empire for long."
"What you truly need… is still Emerald Castle."
The map zoomed in, locking onto a pulsing coordinate.
"My condition is simple."
"Once Emerald Castle is taken, half of its power and resources go to the Phoenix Imperium."
A heavy silence settled over the void.
Kaelthorn's pulse quickened.
It was a tempting offer.
Energy, strategic advantage, a shared target—
