Ikenga looked at Tide with a heavy serious expression on his face "This is exactly where you come into play. Because while the world is entirely devoid of these ten components, they are things that we, the Origin Gods, can manufacture. You are the God of the Treasury, Tide. You understand the laws of supply, demand, and absolute leverage. You should know exactly where I am going with this."
Tide's breath hitched as the full scope of the monopoly unraveled before him. He was the God of the Treasury and he didn't just understand wealth, he also understood control.
"We will supply you with a steady, exclusive stream of these ten major components," Ikenga stated, his voice echoing off the newly restored gold walls. "As the sole distributor of the pieces required to actually finish a Mage Tower, you hold the leashes of every Paragon on the planet. If they want to survive the coming age, they must crawl to your treasury."
