Silverwood Realm, Fury Plains. Temporary Encampment.
"Brother, I believe I am reaching my limit. Watch over things here for me, will you?"
Orion snapped out of his meditative trance and spoke the words calmly, though their weight was immense.
"Hahaha... Go. Do what you must. I have this under control. Anyone who seeks trouble will have to step over my corpse first."
Leonidas laughed it off, waving a hand dismissively. He knew exactly what Orion implied regarding the Nightwing race. The plan was simple: offer them a chance to join. If they refused? Well, the old laws of conquest would apply.
With a nod, Orion's Curse Avatar dissolved into mist right in front of Leonidas, vanishing instantly.
"That little brother of mine... something is strange," Leonidas muttered, staring at the empty space.
