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THE PRIMORDIUS MANDATE
Mr Patrick’s fingers tightened on the armrest. “The Aureldrake, they grew,” he said. “They grew in their military strength. Political influence. They penetrated hierarchies of sovereign nations without firing a single shot.”The Aureldrake did not conquer with tanks first. They conquered with influence. They funded elections. They placed advisors inside economic councils. They offered military “training” programs that quietly replaced local command structures. By the time a nation finally realized what was happening, its defense budget answered to foreign interests and its intelligence agencies were already compromised.Patrick’s jaw tightened slightly. “They learned patience,” he said. “And patience makes conquest look like cooperation.”Evans felt something cold settle in his spine. This was not reckless war. This was strategy.“Which nations do you speak of Mr Patrick?” Evans asked.Patrick’s eyes held his. “Drakarion, Kaelmyr Dominion, Tharvok union.” he said. “And others like i
THE THREAT BEYOND ROVEK
Evans stood between towers of cash and rows of gold like the earth had split open to show its bones.“Preparation for what?” he asked again, but his voice was tighter now. “Because if this is a joke, it’s not funny.”Patrick’s wheelchair stopped beside a stack of sealed crates. The drip stand swayed slightly as Evans steadied it. Patrick looked small in the chair, but the calm in his eyes still felt bigger than the vault.“For survival,” Patrick said.Evans let out a harsh breath. “Survival?” he snapped. “Rovek is starving outside your gate. People are coughing into their hands like it’s their last day, and you’re sitting on enough money to rebuild half a continent.”Patrick’s tone did not change. “Rovek is starving,” he agreed. “But Rovek is alive.”Evans stared at him like that answer insulted him. “Alive?” he repeated. “Alive is a child begging beside a gutter? Alive is women selling fruit with broken lungs?”Patrick’s gaze held. “Alive means not dead,” he said. “You want to fix pa
THE FOUNDATION OF POWER
“This is not hoarding,” he said. “This is preparation.”Stacks of gold bars sat in neat rows like bricks. Crates were sealed with heavy locks and labels that read like inventory, not treasure. Transparent cases held diamonds and rubies that caught the light like trapped stars. Bundles of cash were packed in towers, wrapped, stamped, and organized like a private bank.Evans felt his throat close.For a second, his mind refused to accept what his eyes were seeing.He turned slowly toward Patrick. “What is the meaning of this?” he asked with a rough voice. “What is this place?”Patrick rolled forward until the wheelchair crossed the threshold. “This,” he said calmly, “is Rovek.”Evans took a step in, then another. The air felt dead in here, protected from the world, preserved. “Rovek is starving,” he snapped. “Rovek is children with no shoes and clinics with peeling paint.”Patrick’s gaze stayed steady. “Yes,” he said. “And Rovek is also this.”Evans’ anger surged back. “So you lied,”
GOLD BENEATH THE KINGDOM
Patrick did not wait for Evans to agree.Arlen and the attendants moved with quiet speed, sliding Patrick into the wheelchair like they had done it a hundred times. The drip stand rolled beside him, and Patrick’s thin fingers closed around the armrest as if it was a throne.“Hold that,” Patrick said to Evans, nodding at the drip line.Evans caught the stand automatically. “You’re treating me like a nurse now.”Patrick’s eyes lifted. Even sick, they carried that same cold order. “No,” he said. “I’m treating you like someone I trust not to spill my blood on marble.”Arlen opened the door wide. “This way, sir,” he said, addressing Patrick first, then Evans with a lower bow.Evans followed, pushing the drip stand, his shoulders tight. The hallway outside the medical suite was bright and silent, the kind of silence money buys. A carpet swallowed every footstep. Wall lamps glowed soft, as if harsh light was not allowed inside this house.Evans looked down at Patrick’s pale hands. “Where a
BEFORE I DIE
Patrick stared at him for a long moment, and the drip line clicked softly like a clock. When he spoke, his voice was quiet and final. “I don’t wish to answer that,” he said.Evans took a step forward. “Patrick—”Patrick cut him off. “And don’t bother trying to get anything out of me,” he added, eyes steady. “It will be futile.”Evans’ fists clenched. “So you’ll die, refuse answers, and leave a ruined city behind you,” he said, with a tight voice. “That’s your legacy?”Patrick’s expression didn’t soften. “You don’t understand legacy,” he said. “You understand guilt.”Evans felt that line hit harder than any insult. He opened his mouth to respond, but the words tangled. Guilt? Was that what Patrick thought drove him? Was saving a child guilt? Was questioning leadership guilt? His jaw tightened, but beneath the anger was something uncomfortable — doubt.Patrick watched him closely, as if studying a reaction in a controlled experiment. Even weakened, he was observing, measuring, calcul
THE RIGHT TO DIE
Evans reached for Patrick’s wrist, careful, testing. He let his senses open, just a fraction, and the air around Patrick felt wrong. It was not just illness. It was corrosion, like a spiritual wound that did not heal. Evans’ own aura flickered without permission, answering the threat.Patrick felt it at once. His eyes locked on Evans. “Stop,” he said quietly.Evans held his gaze. “You’re dying,” he said, the words coming out like a verdict. “And you think I will just stand here and watch.”Patrick’s fingers tightened around the sheet. “You watched a chancellor kneel today,” he said. “You watched a city swallow cruelty. You think you understand watching.”Evans’ throat tightened. “Then let me do something,” he said.Patrick’s voice hardened, still controlled. “I have managed this before you,” he said. “I was managing it before I entered Drakarion.”Evans swallowed, and his anger shifted into dread. “So what changed?” he asked. “Why does it look worse now?”Patrick stared at him for a
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