"But growth has also taught me that everything comes at a price. I can bring you the light of victory and hope, but you must pay a price as well. This is an equivalent exchange."
Phil watched Fang Zhen for a moment, then nodded slightly. "So, how do you propose to help us solve this problem?"
Fang Zhen said nothing. He simply extended a finger on his left hand and drew a circle in the air.
Instantly, a black vortex the size of a teacup appeared mid-air. It began to spin rapidly, expanding until it was the size of a square table.
Several steel ingots tumbled out from within. Each one weighed exactly 100 kilograms and was shaped like a park bench, rolling to a stop in the center of the room.
"What is this? A portal for summoning demons? What kind of power is this?"
Fang Zhen's display terrified the other military leaders in the room. Even the Divine Rune Masters among them were stunned by what he had done.
