The central building, once a symbol of absolute power for the families, now felt like a maze of uncomfortable memories and pending decisions.
Elio walked the corridors with Ember perched on his shoulder, Lucien at his side, his frog croaking softly from atop the Summoner's head.
"I can't believe we're considering this," Elio muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Paying for Fathoran's harem future children... And relocating hundreds of pregnant girls seems insane. 10,000 mana points each..."
Lucien nodded, his frog croaking softly as if in agreement. "I know, but we can't leave them here or ignore the promises made, as distasteful as they might seem... Your image as the new leader and the city's stability might depend on how we handle this."
Elio frowned. "But Fathoran promised 10,000 mana points for each child… 10,000! Should we honor that promise?"