(Planet Vorthas, Central Square, Twelfth Elder's POV)
The Twelfth Elder stood atop a massive twelve-foot-tall stage, with banners of the Dragon's Army, the Cult of Ascension, and the Vorthas Workers Union hanging behind him in the background, as he addressed a crowd of fifty-thousand strong.
The election season was drawing near, and he needed to not only secure the administration rights to Planet Vorthas this cycle, but also hopefully expand to a few more planets, elevating himself from the title of Twelfth Elder to hopefully the Seventh or Fifth.
With his recent surge in popularity, it seemed likely that he could pull this off, and secure the administration rights to at least 3-5 more planets.
"If you people remember," he began, his voice booming through the sound projectors, "I stood side by side with the Dragon when the dastardly snake Dupravel Nuna attacked him…"
The crowd roared in anger at the name, some shouting curses, others shaking their fists in the air.
