"So, who the hell was that?"
The question hung heavy in the air of the Sixth Abyssal Layer. When Leonidas voiced the doubt plaguing the entire group regarding the identity of their mysterious savior, the silence was deafening.
"It doesn't matter who he is."
Arthas cut through the introspection, his voice cool and calculating. While the others were still reeling from the battle, he was already looking at the balance sheet.
"Out of the five Demigods that ganked Orion, two of them are still holed up in their own territories," Arthas said, outlining a plan that instantly grabbed everyone's attention. "We should seize this opportunity. We go in, we kill them, or we shake them down for everything they're worth."
He paused, a ruthless glint in his eyes. "Even if things go south later, we walk away with their stockpiles. We won't be leaving empty-handed."
