It was a known truth among the ascended that no single realm could contain a Demigod's ambition. The territory offered by the Titanion Realm alone was insufficient to fuel their ascension to true godhood, nor could it support a native apotheosis while the current laws of the world held firm.
They all had backdoors—footholds in other dimensions, escape routes secured in the void.
"We all have our contingencies," Orion said, his voice dominating the swirling energies of the void passage. "But having a way out is no excuse to surrender what is ours."
He looked around the circle of demogods. "The Titanion Realm is a feast that is only going to grow richer. The Stoneheart Horde will not just hold its ground; we will carve out a larger slice."
Sharp nails dug into the meat of his arm. Orion glanced down to see Seraphina glaring at him, her beautiful face twisted in a pout.
He cleared his throat. "And the Mermaid Race. They stand with us."
