"How strong are we?"
Leonidas was not a man to waste words. After staring into the abyss of total oblivion, he no longer had patience for pleasantries or hesitation. He wanted to know their standing. The original purpose of Cain's visit to Doomslayer Heaven had been to secure allies in the looming war against Azazel. Now that Leonidas had pledged his allegiance, there could be no delay in charting their course forward.
A faint smile tugged at Cain's lips as he heard the word we. That single syllable carried weight—it meant alliance, trust, and the promise of shared destiny. But Cain did not allow himself to be distracted by sentiment. His gaze sharpened, and he laid out the truth with the clarity of a commander.
