"We surrendered half our continents to him," Ignisar said. "He wiped out your invading armies in my desert last month. Nyxara and I pay him tribute every single week just to keep our accounts active."
The Radiant Monarch burst into laughter and slapped his floating hands onto his virtual knees. "You guys actually pay him resources? You fell for a protection racket in a base-building game."
Rubedo sat back in his throne and linked the pieces of information together in his mind. The apocalyptic wars between the continents were merely a group of teenagers attacking each other's digital bases after school.
Ignisar and Nyxara had surrendered their empires to Rubedo just to survive a raid coordinated by their own classmate on Earth.
Rubedo pressed his hands flat against the crystal console. "You treat this as a simple strategy game on your devices. You launch attacks against each other and buy premium upgrades with your credit cards."
"Because it is a game," Nyxara stated.
