[The Outermost.]
Nioh stood on a makeshift stage built of compressed scrap metal, his polished uniform a stark contrast to the gritty environment. He stared out at the assembly. Ten thousand faces, a tapestry of every major race. He knew they were criminals, smugglers, hackers, and assassins.
'It doesn't matter what they've done.' Nioh thought, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. 'What matters is the King's vision.'
His only internal anxiety stemmed from the elegant mansion across the square. He glanced up at the balcony and saw Morgana, standing like a marble statue, a glass of crimson liquid held delicately in her hand.
'Don't cross her. That is the only rule.'
He turned back, his voice projecting with an electronic clarity: "I am Nioh! The first commander under God wolf!! I won't keep you waiting. I will jump straight to the point: God Wolf wants you all to work for him."
".....?!"
A wave of confused silence washed over the crowd.
