Orion had no shortage of contingency plans. The Stoneheart Horde was merely the most visible weapon in his arsenal, but it was far from the only ace up his sleeve.
Even against a fellow Demigod, Orion could call upon the brotherhood of the Champions Alliance. If pushed, he could even drag Seraphina into the fray. And if he were willing to carve up a larger slice of the spoils, there was a non-zero chance he could coax the Demigods of the Titanion Realm onto his warship.
"Brother," Leonidas rumbled, his voice low and vibrating with intensity, "if that's the case, why not gamble on a single, decisive stroke?"
He was proposing a blitzkrieg—one battle to settle the war.
A feverish heat burned in Leonidas's eyes. "You and I take the center. We march straight into the main battlefield. Anything that stands before us gets swept aside. We give the enemy no time to breathe, no chance to beg for reinforcements."
