His eyes moved across the weapons again, slower this time, more deliberate, his mind weighing not just power, but cost, training, risk, and timing.
Rocket launchers.
Grenade launchers.
Explosives.
Each one carried potential.
Each one carried danger.
"And the Emperor…"
His thoughts tightened.
"If he asked for eight weeks… Then, he is preparing something."
A decision was formed slowly but firmly
He looked at Kiara.
"Alright."
His voice steadied.
"I will not make things difficult for you."
He took a breath.
"Put the previous order on hold. Keep the twenty percent."
Another pause.
"Now… I will place a new order."
His gaze sharpened.
"The same list as before. And…"
He pointed toward the heavier weapons.
"Add ten of these rocket launchers. And one hundred warheads."
A faint tension lingered in the air.
"This order must be prioritized as fast as possible."
Kiara smiled in satisfaction.
"Understood, Mr. Customer."
She raised one finger.
"One week."
