"These bastards," Leonidas growled, materializing at Orion's side. "When they get serious, they're even worse than the dark races we've fought before."
He didn't elaborate on what had transpired within the crystalline prison, but he didn't need to. Orion understood. For Leonidas to be forced to sacrifice an avatar… he must have been pushed to the absolute brink, with no other recourse.
"Brother, what do we do with the ones down below?"
On the battlefield carved into the mountainside, countless soldiers of the Silver-Eyed army remained. In the eyes of Orion and Leonidas, they were no longer an army, but spoils of war. A cake to be carved and distributed.
"Simple," Leonidas said, his voice devoid of pity. "Enslave any who willingly surrender. For those who resist, kill them, take their eyes, and we'll bestow them upon the allied forces as rewards for their service. After that, we sweep across the northern continent."
