Atrox dismissed the man's apologies. From his mind, he could already see the type of destruction that could be caused by the enchanted rods.
"How many can you produce? Have you produced?"
The man shook his head. "With the cost, we have nothing more than thirty-six of these produced at the moment."
Atrox turned to him. "I need you to give me a thousand of the enchanted rods."
The Chairman stared at Atrox blankly. "What?"
"My Lord, it seems you don't understand. It takes close to a hundred million just to make one of these. If not for your support, then we wouldn't be able to make the thirty-six."
Atrox narrowed his eyes. A plan was already taking place in his mind. "Can the enchanted rod be stored with essence stones instead of using personal essence?"
