[Excuse me? Did I hear you correctly? You want to invade four Iron-ranked worlds, all of whom have backers, at once?]
Hearing the straining voice of Sunny, Elian could not help but laugh, "Yes. As we now have six Psychomancers, we can create four separate armies and keep two for defense."
[Elian, please don't be so confident. If you do that, you will be making many enemies; once you reach the bronze rank, you will be swarmed again.]
"I know. And by then, I will be ready for them."
[You are serious, aren't you?]
"Yes. And the moment the invasions leave, I will trigger the crucible for Earth."
[… You are quite… insane. I am having trouble wondering how to get you to stop.]
Elian looked around the devastated landscape around him. As well as the orderly army marching behind.
"They started it, Aunt-in-law. I need power. If we lacked the strength, any one of those invasions would have leveled the city and I would have lost Bianca forever."
