The celebration inside the Clark Family estate continued deep into the night.
Servants ran between halls carrying expensive wine, elders laughed loudly while discussing future plans, and representatives from countless organizations waited patiently outside the gates hoping to establish some connection with the family that had suddenly become the center of attention.
Only a month ago, many of these same people viewed the Clark Family as a declining giant slowly losing influence among the upper circles. Now the situation had completely reversed.
Thirty World Tree slots were enough to change the destiny of an entire generation, and those thirty slots belonged to Tony Clark.
Inside the ancestral hall, Patriarch Rion sat quietly while several reports floated before him. Every few minutes another message arrived. Business partnerships. Resource exchanges. Strategic alliances. Even ancient families that rarely interacted with outsiders had begun making contact.
