Empire of War.
An up-and-coming 4-star Guild residing in Astralis.
A meeting was taking place.
Two people sat around a large oval desk. At its center was a middle-aged man with a strong build. As he sorted through some files, he suddenly asked,
"How is the situation? Is there anyone that we should be worried about?"
"No. All is well."
The man leaned back on his chair upon hearing the news. His expression was hard to read, and a weird atmosphere hung around the room.
"I see..."
Henry Bardot was his name, and he was the Guild Master of Empire of War.
Tap. Tap.
He drummed his fingers on the table.
"You sure? There's nothing wrong on your side, correct...?"
"Yes, Guild Master. Of course..."
"You understand how important the awards are, right? If we are to succeed, we need to make sure that we win the Rookie of the Year for both Managerial and Talent... The Most Improved as well."
