Chapter 230 - 230 - The Terrestrial Crown

The recovery of the stolen physical wealth was a logistical masterpiece of raw, unadulterated terrestrial power. For forty eight ceaseless hours, the heavy, heavily armoured Rosea transport helicopters tore through the freezing, chaotic blizzards of the Crimson Peaks. They operated in perfectly synchronised relays, hauling billions of dollars in solid gold bullion and untraceable physical currency out of the rotting, subterranean vault of the Obsidian Labyrinth and transporting it directly back into the hyper secure, subterranean holding accounts of Green City. The Analog Covenant had been completely, flawlessly liquidated. The ancient terrestrial purists had fled into the frozen mountains, stripped of their stolen wealth and their archaic dignity, permanently exiled by the devastating red ink of the supreme legal tactician.