Three years later, Muria stood within the confines of a vast and luxurious mansion, looking down at the Tide Civilization's great President Fage, who was bowing before him, a faint smile on his face.
"Now, it is time for me to leave," Muria said to the new President Fage of the Tide People. "The things I asked you to prepare, remember to have them ready. I will send someone to collect them regularly. If they do not meet the standard, I don't mind replacing the president, even if it takes a few more years."
"Just a few rare mineral resources, rest assured. The amount you need, I will prepare for you every year," said Fage, who had risen to the highest position among the Tide People, with great respect and not a trace of anger on his face.
