"You have good eyes. It will be heads in Antarctica."
"What? Heads? As in undead, monster, and demonkin heads? Are you serious?"
"Yes. The winner will be the battlefront that helps reclaim Antarctica the most. The one who gives us the most heads will be honored as Hell's Eden's ally. We will exclusively sell Fakers to them. Everyone else will only get sets of soulgear of our creation."
"You're g-giving away sets of soulgears? Sets? As in compatible pieces?"
"Yes. 10,000 sets will be given to any battlefront that sends us an army. You can keep them even after your Reaper dies."
Kaziema began to pace around in contemplation. Juno finished cleansing the malice from the pregnant woman. Then, she came over to me. She had a small tennis ball of malice floating above her palm.
"My lord, it is done."
"I see, thank you, Juno. Please head back with the rest of the Vithriss. We need to prepare for the next assault."
