"If you wish to duel, to resolve our conflict once and for all, I am willing to accommodate you. Michel, as long as you challenge me, I will respond, no matter how many times it takes. But before that, I have one question—"
Across the vast distance, the Great Grandmaster, arms folded on the bridge, asked, "If you win and obtain this piece of Hell, what will you—no, what will the Ivy Vine and the American Genealogy you represent—do?"
"A foolish question."
Michel sneered but didn't hide his intentions. "Of course, we'll do what one does in every Hell: explore and redevelop, then dismantle, control, and exploit it. Even the Astronomical Society cannot make us hand over this power willingly, Mikhail. One day, we will accomplish what the Ivory Tower could not. We will completely disassemble this power, thoroughly devour it, and turn it into a weight on the other end of the lever to lift a weight ten million times heavier!"
