Rafael felt great. No, great was an understatement. He felt better than the first time he ate a Saturn Cake at the Midnight Inn - probably because the Henali had fed him some stuff that was more potent than any drug he'd ever even heard of.
He was on cloud nine hundred, which made it difficult not to smile though through sheer force of will, he managed to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. That was important, because his image was being projected across the entire damn Origin realm!
This was such a scam. Everyone told him he needed to become the Tourney Champion, but no one ever told him that the reason he needed to win it was because Alexander absolutely refused to sign an agreement to work for the Henali for the foreseeable future.
While the work came with immense benefits the likes of which they would not get ever, it could not erase the sting of knowing he only got it because the other guy didn't want it.
