Chapter 122: The Preparations... (Part 2)
"What exactly do you need from me to burn the Capital to the ground?" Helion asked.
Draven leaned back in his leather chair. He looked at the strongest human alive and gave a completely unexpected answer.
"Nothing."
Helion frowned, his thick eyebrows furrowing in genuine confusion.
"Nothing? You are launching a shadow war against a cosmic empire and the highest authority of humanity, and you need no resources from a Warlord? Stop with the jokes already! If you want nothing from me, then why am I even here?!"
"I already possess all the intelligence I need regarding the future," Draven stated calmly.
"Our first destination is the closest fortress to our borders. Bastion Six. The Subterranean City."
Helion's eyes narrowed.
"Bastion Six is a political snake pit. It is completely buried underground, and the noble families there rule the dark tightly. You will need a massive intelligence network to navigate it."
