That was the problem for Hod, trying to compete with the likes of the Stormfront's Great Generals. They had access to a realm that was almost dreamy that he could not even conceive of. He paved his way by concrete logical thoughts, and they professed that they did the same, but he could tell at times there was a lie in that. There was a look they all got, when they made a decision that was based on something else. When their eyes went glassy, and they did something that was inexplicable. It was those moves that terrified Hod. It was those moves that changed the course of a battlefield or situation entirely. They seemed like a gift from the Gods, a sudden idea, a sudden hand on the shoulder.
Hod had no such things. He could only see the effects that gifts from that realm gave, and then make inferences about it, just as he had made inferences about the Time of Tigers, and been able to predict to a degree that others had not been able to, just quite what was likely to come about.
