Two months passed, and the middle plane learned to say the name Ananta Regalon with a certain weight.
Nine top-tier resource planets fell in those two months. Nine of the ten the Hell-Mode quest demanded, taken one after another, some by force and some by the simple threat of it, until the sector had reshaped itself around a kingdom that had not existed a year ago.
And beneath the nine, dozens of lower-tier worlds fell too, most of them cleared by the Asura Executives, who no longer needed the X-rankers to hold a planet against a mid-sized power.
The kingdom that had climbed up from the bottom plane as slaves was now a landlord across a whole sector of the sky.
The leadership met in the Regalon Network to take stock, each of them a world apart and all of them in the same room at once.
