"A loser's proposal holds no weight. I, Usher, couldn't care less," he said with a calm smile. "Besides, I can secure four council votes for you."
Orson's eyes narrowed as he glanced at the title above Usher's head: Holy Envoy of the Dark Dragon Emperor.
Unlike the fractured power structure of the Light Dragon Empire's four dragon kings, the dark dragon faction was a united front. The reason? None other than the Dark Dragon Emperor himself—a true sovereign of might, incomparable to the cowardly Bairinador.
"So his endgame aligns with mine." Orson gave a slight nod.
Though the US region was rich in resources, true growth for players came from seizing resources across other districts. Usher wasn't just any deep-pocketed powerhouse—he was born a ruler, a storm-bringer guided by fate.
