Lobbying the Warden

"The unification of the Three Realms begins and ends today."

If anyone else spoke such words, the Warden wouldn't have spared them a glance. But coming from Konrad's lips, she couldn't help but acknowledge them. Although those foreign deities' strength stood beyond what she could estimate, when did the Chthonian Primogen ever pick a fight he'd not already won?

While the opponent's confidence reached its acme, he would release his cards and crush them with absolute strength. On this day, she didn't favor those Primordials' odds. However, it was one thing that his victory was certain, another that the Warden turned into another one of his toys.

"Chthonian Primogen, how many consorts do you have?"

The Warden calmly asked while picking up her meditation beads. Undisturbed by the inquiry, Konrad arched his back and rolled his eyes as if making a quick mental calculation.

"The numbers recently swelled, and I've now reached 12,021. "