Draco was currently scratching his head at the Ultimate bench, sticking his tongue out as he pondered how to deal with Privateering, having worked on his other Tradeskills to the limit. Whether or not to take it up as well was bothering him, not to mention that he was worried that if he overfilled his current stacks, he might invite trouble for himself.
As he contemplated, he felt a disturbance as the system sent him a prompt. According to the notification, someone was tampering with his pod in the real world, which was strange and near impossible. Draco checked and found that he was being rapidly pinged by the defense system of the Purgatory Group's building, signaling that they were under some sort of attack.
"Someone actually dares to attack us? In reality, no less, where we can use around 10% of our Eternal bloodlines?" Draco muttered with genuine puzzlement.
