The soft rustle of dry willow leaves echoed through the silent courtyard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion as the early evening settled over the inner peaks. Tony Clark sat comfortably on his plush jade bed, surrounded by the massive, glowing mountain of plundered Faith Family treasures. The five hundred sheets of high-grade bamboo paper and dozens of bottles of premium fire-beast blood ink were laid out before him like a neat array of tactical weapons.
With a low, satisfied chuckle, Tony activated his private system interface, ready to completely transform these raw materials into his next massive wave of printed wealth. 'System, initiate the mass-production protocol for the five hundred Homing Shadow Talismans right now. Use the Advanced Runic Ink Formula to stabilize the spatial lines.'
[Ding! Consuming 200 Fate Points. Advanced Mass-Production Protocol fully active.]
