The war was over, the north won, but in the current circumstances, there really was no winner. In the conference room of the Etherion palace, he looked at the table and his hands tied to the armrests.

 His victorious image had lasted for two years, beating that stupid delivery guy over and over again so that now, he was standing in front of him with all the haters with the power in his pocket.

Ethan approached and, breathing exasperated, said, “Etherion, tell me where your notes are, where you have the gadgets. We need to find a solution to this damn problem!”

But the man was looking at him with the same expression he had worn for the past two hours, an expression filled with ignorance and a complete lack of compassion.

Etherion continued, “You can ask any way you want! But I’d rather everyone die than give you my research, and you won’t use all these years of development to save those dirty people!”

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