Varnyx's jaw actually slackened, his usual aristocratic composure cracking for the first time in Damon's memory. "M-my Lord… did you just say 2.5 billion? You have managed to gather all the funds?" His voice carried disbelief, as though the number itself was too large to even exist.
Damon smirked, savoring the reaction. "You heard me. You can call the back up now. Prepare for war."
Varnyx hurriedly nodded, snapping out of his trance. "Yes, my Lord. Yes, of course. I will make all the necessary arrangements right this second. I will even bring those elite troops in a few days in advance and put them for good use. I will make sure to extract every bit of your gold's worth."
Varnyx's eyes gleamed with a fanatic light now, the shock burning away into unrestrained zeal. His voice quivered with reverence.
