As soon as the mixed alien fleets sent out almost a dozen lesser phase lords, one leader in particular repeatedly urged the Saint Commander to meet the enemy champions in combat.
"The enemy gods are right in front of us! Let us out and we shall show you how we deal with their ilk!" An angry female voice blasted over the command channel.
The Saint Commander remained unmoved even as she continued to control tens of thousands if not hundreds of thousands of individual pieces on the battlefield.
