Pressure

Poison Lord tries to call Philip Maywire and the heads of the families, but he can't connect his call. His face is turning fiercer.

"They block my number," said Poison Lord with sharp eyes, then he looks at Vistal.

"Tell Gerrit what happened. I'd like to see how those idiots can bear the anger of the world's top families. The wealth they are trying hard to protect might shrink a lot before they cry and kneel," said Poison Lord. His face turns hideous as he grins.

It is evening in a broken world.

Gerrit is sitting comfortably on a reclining chair as he drinks wine. He is on a huge thirty-meter leaf of a long, tall vine. The vines are twisted like a rope, and their top has a huge orange flower that looks like a water lily.

The plant is more than one hundred meters tall.

Below the tall plant is a very wide lake and smaller, similar plants with yellow flowers.