"Father and Leonidas have sent down the command. We are to sacrifice the entire Andor Diocese to fuel the ritual, then drive a spearhead straight into the Agaman District—the heart of the Holy Order."
Elara's voice was steady, her explanation clarifying why Orion hadn't distracted the others with a direct transmission during their duel.
"Father wants a quick end to this campaign. By threatening Agaman, we force the Holy Order to strip their other dioceses of defenses and rush them to the center. It is a siege trap."
"Straight for the throat, is it?"
Makareth crossed his arms, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as his consciousness dove into the Survivor's Platform. He pinged Leonidas and Orion.
"No deep strategic reason," Leonidas's mental voice drawled, dripping with mock seriousness. "You took on six enemies at once, kid. Orion got jealous. He thinks you're stealing his thunder. You have to remember, Makareth, Orion is the protagonist here. He wants the glory."
