Olegen slowly walked up to the central podium.
He did not look like the proud, untouchable Patriarch they all knew.
He looked pale, trembling, and aged by a decade.
Still, his aura was suffocating.
"Pack only your most vital mana stones, your personal Beyonder cores, and whatever liquid credits you can carry on your persons. We are boarding our private stealth cruisers in exactly thirty minutes. We are abandoning Sol-III."
For a while there was a baffling silence. Then chaos erupted.
Lucius' roared,"Abandon Earth?! Father, have you gone crazy? We own half the commercial sectors on this planet! We are royalty! Where are we supposed to run?"
Bang!
Olegen slammed his fist against the podium, making it nearly crack.
He roared back,
"Listen well. Don't teach your father how to do things. I am still the patriarch. And we are running anywhere that is not here!"
Everyone including the children, went quiet.
