When Orion returned to the Dusk Continent, the war on the Kasenna Sea was more or less over.
That wasn't entirely accurate. A truce had been called between the top-tier powerhouses—the demigods, arch lords, and lords—but below that level, the grunts were still fighting and dying all across the sea.
The low-tier skirmishes continued because while the dragons' leadership had withdrawn, the dragon flights had not surrendered.
They couldn't. None of their six demigods had truly died; the beings that were shattered in the fighting had only been their phantoms. The reality was that four of the six had been critically wounded, making another full-scale war impossible for the foreseeable future.
Sensing the state of the continent, Orion teleported directly to the location of Leonidas's coastal keep.
"Where are my bros, Leonidas and Alexander?"
