Corvus drummed his fingers idly to the tune of a classic video game, his old habit, as tiny clay figures moved on the map before him. Two large teams, and dozens of smaller ones, were dotted across the map and moved slowly across it.
His mind was spread, focusing on the eyesight of the puppets accompanying all of those groups, as he used them to update the battle map in real time. It was like this that he truly wondered if this was how a god felt. Present in the small moments, and yet able to see the entire picture all at once.
The smaller teams of miniature puppets leapt onto the miniature models of the abandoned forts, kicking down the icons of the Lightbringers monuments and standing over them triumphantly.
One by one the icons fell. Some easier than others.
