Although Michael wasn't exactly jumping for joy at the idea of attending a ball with the strongest factions, especially in the presence of the Emperor, it seemed his faction had little choice if they wanted to remain in the tournament.
After Francesca made it abundantly clear that the Emperor had insisted on the presence of all eight factions and at least the majority of their members, Michael entered the base.
What followed was a chorus of congratulations from the crew for his victory. Though, from their expressions, it was clear that they too had been caught off guard by the way the duel had concluded.
Once everyone had calmed down, Michael shared the news about attending the ceremony. The reactions were mixed.
"This is my chance to score something juicy." Richard exclaimed, sweeping his hair back. "Since everyone attending will be of high cultivation, there's bound to be one or two hotties I can attract!"
