Liam had fought battles, restructured an empire's political hierarchy through combination of divine authority and calculated violence.
None of that prepared him for meeting with Lord Arcturus Morwen about economic policy.
"The soul-forges operate on principle of essence refinement," Arcturus explained, gesturing to diagrams that made Liam's eyes hurt. "Raw spiritual energy is harvested from various sources, processed through crystalline matrices that we import from the northern territories, then refined into usable currency that maintains value across—"
"Stop." Liam held up a hand. "Explain it like I'm five."
Arcturus blinked. "My lord?"
"Explain it simply. Without technical jargon. As if I have absolutely no understanding of economics." Liam paused. "Because I don't."
They were in House Morwen's administrative building—a structure that looked more like a bank than anything demonic. Marble floors.
