anwhile, down at the arena, the new Conglorate visitors were given their own private VIP area to see the Sanctum Duels in full view.
Gabriel Vanderbilt charged through the Vanderbilt guards, jostling past their shoulders roughly, before he finally arrived at his father's private space.
As expected of Conglorates, this VIP area they had wasn't actually in the Colosseum. It was a Pocket Dinsion, one that could be picked up and plopped into another space easily, much like a mobile ho.
The Pocket Dinsion itself was as big as a mansion, with all the luxuries and anities one would expect that a royal or a King would have. Except, it was all for a Vanderbilt. And not just any Vanderbilt, it was actually for one of the main sons of Yze Vanderbilt. Gabriel's father was high up on the ranking to actually still be in the running for inheriting the entirety of the Vanderbilt company.
"Father," Gabriel angrily harrumphed. "Why are you here?"
A man with a full black beard sat in his Office Throne, looking over so paperwork with his secretary and butler behind him.
"Can't I visit my son?"
Gabriel crossed his arms. "Stop it. I know sothing is happening. Otherwise, I wouldn't see the entirety of the Upper Echelons interfering in the business of the Lower Echelons."
Gabriel's father sighed and stood up, his secretary coming over to his seat and continuing his work.
"Listen, Gabriel. Things are happening in the background of New Sparta, things that are so important that it could decide whether we live in chaos or live in prosperity for the entirety of our lifetis."
Gabriel frowned. "Then tell . You always say you're fighting evil. You're fighting for the preservation of the Ancient Era and Maugnetics themselves. But you never include in them."
His father shook his head. "You are not ready. I thought, if you did a great job here in New Sparta, you would be ready to tackle this great responsibility.
But it is unfortunate. Things are progressing way too fast for us to be lackadaisical. They have forced our hand. We need to act now or else they'll have conquered the entirety of New Sparta before we even know it. Thankfully, it seed that soone was able to blow a huge hole in their plans, giving us plenty of ti to set up here in New Sparta.
So do yourself a favor and go and do whatever it is you want. I will deal with the problems here in New Sparta. Go be with your friends. Your girlfriend. Our alliance with the Hepheasteus line thanks to Neytiri will be crucial to our plans."
Gabriel balled his fist. "She's not just a way for you to advance your ambitions."
His father shook his head. "That's your immaturity speaking. Once you know the gravity of the situation we are dealing with, then you'll know that we can't afford to be emotional. We need all the strength we can get to fight—"
"To fight against evil. Yeah, I get it," Gabriel scoffed. He'd heard that a million tis before. But he could never understand it. He never wanted to.
"Speaking of which… I've heard a very interesting story. A demi-human Maugnetic?"
His father walked up to him, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"A demi-human Maugnetic is the trump card we've been waiting for for all this ti. They could turn the tides against those rats.
And from what I've heard from your guards, it seems that you beca close friends with a mber of that Reborn company, right? Keo, was it?
I want you to arrange a eting with us. Tell him I want to et their leader."
Gabriel imdiately shook himself off from his father's grasp. "You cannot do that. You can't buy my friend's company!"
His father walked forward. "Tell him that we are willing to pay the price no matter what. A million Sand Dollars, ten million. It doesn't matter."
Gabriel was disgusted with his father's ways. This wasn't the first ti he 'swallowed' a company he desired. But that was just how Conglorates worked. They were sharks.
"No," Gabriel decisively answered.
"Co on, son. This is for the best. They will get enough money to change their whole lives, living almost like the Upper Echelon. Not only that, but they will also be part of the Vanderbilt conglorate. Money, power, and fa. They could achieve all of that."
"In exchange for what?"
His father shrugged. "In exchange for their demi-human Maugnetic. We will be borrowing their talent, making them stronger, so that they can help us defeat the rats. They will be our student, studying our way of life, and becoming our knight."
Gabriel turned around, no longer wanting to hear any of his father's excuses.
But his father took his wrist and stopped him in place.
"This is more important than pride, Gabriel. The demi-human has already painted a target on her back. Just like how we know she'll be our greatest strength, the enemy knows that she'll be their greatest weakness. They will kill her. Only I can prevent that. We are dealing with powers greater than you can think of. A asly Lower Echelon company can't protect an asset as important as her. They need the power of a Conglorate. They need us."
Despite his father's impassioned plea, Gabriel disagreed.
"You should already know this, Gabriel. The Upper Echelon and the Lower Echelon are a mountain range apart in abilities.
And the Upper Echelons and the Conglorates are a Heaven and Earth in difference. Case in point."
His father pointed towards the large glass wall on the other side of the room.
This was their Viewing Deck with a straight view towards the Sanctum Duel.
And right now, the ones fighting were the Purveiyour Tribe and one of the Conglorate representatives. Since the Purveiyour Tribe were the ones who started the Archery Competition in the first place, it was only natural that they were the best at it. Otherwise, they would have chosen a different tournant.
They were the obvious winners. And unlike the previous Archery Tournant, this bracket included the best of the best, from the 9th stage of Body Formation to the 5th stage.
And it was a team ga too.
Right now, the group of Werewolf Archers were completely dominating the competition.
They rained arrow after arrow towards their opponents. Even the coral-like trees that littered through the Sanctum couldn't obscure their vision of the battlefield. The Werewolves' imnse strength allowed their arrows to pierce through even the toughest of tals.
"These Werewolves are skilled, but they simply lack the resources that our Conglorates can offer." And true enough, the Conglorate Archers finally made their move. With their Divas manifested above their heads, they began to charge forwards in complete synchronicity.
Then, they took out a pill from their pockets and swallowed it whole.
Suddenly, their magical prowess soared. They raised their hands, magic circles appearing in the sky.
Glowing clouds manifested in the air, before pillars of light suddenly rained down towards the Werewolves, illuminating them from up above.
They were highlighted! They were now in full view!
And after that, what happened was a complete and utter dismantling of the Werewolves.
The Conglorates used their higher quality armors, their endless amount of pills, and their seamless communication to completely outclass their opponents.
"That's the difference," Gabriel's father said. "It's just a matter of resources."
By the end, the entire Colosseum was completely silent.
They knew that the Conglorates were a lot stronger than normal companies. But this was in a completely different scale and level. The Purveiyor company couldn't even land a single shot—even though, throughout this tournant, they seed completely invincible!
After this, everyone was completely sure that the Conglorates would completely dominate the tournant.
"We had to get serious," Gabriel's father said. "In order to show our prowess to everybody. They must know the difference."
Gabriel kept his mouth shut. Even he couldn't believe how powerful the Upper Echelon was compared to the Lower Echelons. It seed completely unsurmountable.
"Now that you know, you must heed my request. You don't have to say it yourself, but you must arrange a eting with and the leader of Reborn."
Gabriel bit his lips. But eventually, he shook his head. "If you want to do sothing, then do it yourself. I'm just going to do whatever I want, right?"
And with those words, Gabriel left the room.
His father was left shaking his head in disappointnt. Was he not convinced enough of the Conglorate's prowess? The Ersatz were equal with them. So if the Lower Echelon couldn't even deal with the weakest Conglorate, then they had no chance against them.
But it doesn't matter. They would learn sooner or later.
He looked back at his office throne and got back to dealing with his paperwork.
And while he was in the middle of his work, he heard Claudia from the arena announce the next fighters.
"Brownbloods Tribe versus the Conglorate Representatives!"
But instead of Werewolves, Elves instead walked out of the Brownblood camp.
And on their backs were strange, tallic bows unlike anything Gabriel's father had ever seen before.
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