You never trusted Prime Minister Ailouros, but you didn't think it would come to this. Somehow, like all the others, you believed he wanted the best for Phainomora, and could be convinced to hold off on his more destructive projects. How wrong you were. As he levels his weapon at you, an abomination of metal and fire, his expression just as cold and calculating as it was when he first called you to Heraclea, you ready yourself to fight. You notice something peculiar, though; he wears a vest made of thick fibers, an ugly thing among the stark *perfectness* of his suit. Perhaps it's dangerous, perhaps not; you don't have much time to find out as a loud *BOOM* cracks through the air. Instinct: To usher in a new age of industry

• Exploit a natural resource
• Manipulate subordinates