[Hulk]: Bro, do not underestimate the Cult of Four. And do not sleep on the Clown.
[Hulk]: They brought an armada to your doorstep. If this talk goes south, they aren't just going to leave. They're going to level the place.
It was the unspoken truth hanging over the entire conversation.
Who was the predator, and who was the prey?
The Champions Alliance wanted to swallow the Cult whole. The Cult, conversely, wanted to decapitate the Atlantis leadership or subjugate them entirely. If Leonidas aligned with the Sea Race, the Cult would bleed. If Leonidas aligned with the mainland forces of the Champions Alliance, the Cult would be surrounded.
Complexity bred negotiation. The Cult's Pontiffs were pragmatic; a powerful servant was always preferable to a dead enemy.
[Leonidas]: Vultures. The lot of them.
Leonidas cursed, fully aware of the precarious ledge he was standing on.
[Edward]: It is decided. Let them think they've won.
