The golden numbers hovered in the damp air of the Valorian throne room.
Trent sat on his elevated chair and watched his daily faith revenue bleed away. A week ago his passive income generated ten thousand points a day. He had reigned over a bustling population that handed over their devotion out of sheer terror. Today the counter ticked downward with terrifying speed. Every passing second erased another fraction of his divine wealth.
He gripped the armrests of his throne until the wood groaned under the pressure. The thirty day tutorial barrier would dissolve tomorrow at noon. He needed a massive surplus of currency to fund the upcoming invasion of Ashguard. He needed to feed his heavy infantry and maintain the magical charge on their silver phantom armor. Instead he was hemorrhaging pow
