Seeing Orion wasn't in the mood for heroics, Leonidas pulled his gaze from the horizon and studied the Death-Soul Fiend with curiosity.
"This avatar is the only one I have to walk the realm right now." Orion stared at The Bastion Wall winding through the emerald peaks, frustration creeping into his voice. His Abyssal Dreadfin was locked down guarding the seas, and his Insect King avatar was still maturing. He couldn't even risk splitting off a demigod phantom. He hated having his hands tied.
"Relax, brother. With me holding the line, anyone dumb enough to attack will be crushed." Leonidas clapped Orion on the shoulder, highly amused by his predicament. Orion being stretched thin meant he'd have to rely on Leonidas, and Leonidas relished the leverage.
