In the viceroy's luxurious office, Abraham stood in front of a mirror, straightening his uniform and coat. His intriguing appearance was reflected through, giving him an image of his current state. To say the least, it seems as though he was glowing with wealth.
'Don't let it get to you.' He thought while stretching his neck with a serious gaze remaining on his face. The wealth he had received as the reward of liberating the Colonial Dominion of Terra and its entire sea region made him extremely rich.
There was no doubt that with his wealth of Naval Points around. The establishment of a country would be as smooth as possible. However, before doing so, there was somewhere he must visit. A place of utmost importance.
