All eyes—Hino Julius, Pyre Julius, Cima Julius, and even Orion's two Demigod neighbors—converged on Orion.
The nine powerful beings stood in silence, waiting for him to cast the die.
If Orion struck, he would burn every bridge with House Julius, potentially drawing the wrath of the Abyssal Ruler himself.
If he didn't, he would be exposed as a paper tiger.
In the future, the Foundry Citadel and the Conquest Legion would be bled dry by endless harassment from other factions. In the Abyss, hesitation and retreat were not seen as prudence; they were seen as blood in the water.
Haa...
The sound of Orion exhaling seemed to echo in the ears of every Demigod present.
"You were the ones who started this war," Orion said, his voice low. "So, I'll be the one to finish it."
He looked up, a bright, sunny smile stretching across his face that didn't reach his cold, dead eyes.
"And war only ends when the enemy is dead, right?"
"WAAAGH!"
