Orion raised his cup and clinked it with Leonidas's. Then, he grabbed a still-warm beast leg from the table and, while tearing off a piece of roasted meat, looked at Leonidas with a sideways smile.
"A lot? Bro, wait until you've been an Archlord for a few hundred years. You'll have plenty of avatars too."
"After all," Leonidas said, and the way he said it, so casually, stripped the words of their negative weight, "everyone is afraid of death."
"Hehe, bro, once you start losing your avatars to one accident after another, you'll never feel like you have enough," he continued, his tone turning wistful, filled with a bittersweet nostalgia.
He seemed to be speaking not just to Orion, but to himself and Alexander as well.
"At that point, you'll want to try making an avatar out of any race that shows even a little potential."
