Eros gave a long, deep sigh that seemed to echo softly through the grand chamber of the Snake Mountain. The sound of it carried exhaustion, grief, and quiet fury.
On his return, the reports had reached him almost immediately—the Grand Order had attacked.
He had heard how they struck without warning, how they desecrated the land and tore through his people.
But he had also heard how valiantly his side had fought back—the snake women, fierce and unyielding, whose devotion bordered on sacred. They had held the line longer than anyone could have expected.
And Victoria had been very strategic with how she handled the battles.
Ngozi stood at one side of the Throne and Amanda on the other side.
Eros leaned back in his black-stone throne, his gloved hand pressing to his temple as he thought, tenacious creatures… I'm glad they're on our side.
Because if they weren't, the Grand Order's campaign would have been a massacre.
