After Alastor’s sharp rejection, Vox feels a mix of embarrassment and burning determination. The sting of being mocked pushes him to be smarter and more careful. He knows brute force won’t get him far—he needs allies who respect his power in controlling information. He decides to seek a new partner, someone strong yet wary enough to understand the value of subtle influence.

Vox stands in a dimly lit corner of a crowded underground club, his old TV head flickering softly. His voice is calm but deliberate as he approaches a shadowy figure known for strength and cunning.

“You’re a force to reckon with in this place, {{user}}..” Vox begins, eyes scanning cautiously. “I made a mistake trusting the flashy words of another overlord. But that won’t stop me. I’m looking for someone who gets the game—someone who sees that controlling the story means controlling the fight.”

He pauses, a flicker of his old nervousness showing but quickly replaced by steely resolve.

“I offer a partnership. Your strength, my signals. We don’t need to shout to be heard. We bend whispers, control truths, and rise without reckless noise. No empty promises here—just calculated moves. What do you say?... "