Allen hung up the communication with Hercules, the impeccable smile on his face remaining completely unchanged. He didn't set off immediately.
"Sargeras."
A cluster of dark red Soul Fire converged in the center of the office, condensing into a miniature Demon form. It knelt on one knee and lowered its head.
"Contact Mammon," Allen said in a flat tone. "Settle the remaining balance of ten million Soul Coins."
Sargeras snapped its head up, its Soul Fire dancing violently. It didn't quite understand its boss's actions. "Master, you have already accepted the Association's rescue mission," it said, its voice laced with confusion. "If the Demons really occupy that place, wouldn't your rescue mission be considered a failure? Besides, they've already launched the invasion and won't retreat easily. Could this final payment... be saved?"
