Orion, Alexander, and Leonidas were just as surprised as anyone else.
An inside job. They hadn't seen that coming.
Just as the mercenaries' formation started to break under the mounting injuries, Leonidas stepped forward, sword in hand.
"Looks like it's our turn to clean this up."
Orion pulled his trident back, content to let Leonidas have the spotlight.
This time, Leonidas skipped the cringey, over-the-top monologue. He shot forward, using a Shield Warrior's pauldron as a springboard to launch himself into the air.
"Myriad Sword Convergence!" he roared, suspended a hundred feet above the valley floor.
From his spirit sword, a torrent of light erupted—a waterfall of pure energy that flooded the narrow pass.
The light washed over everything, and in an instant, the thousand-strong force of dragonkin was simply gone, annihilated.
Leonidas landed softly, the mist of vaporized blood creating the perfect backdrop for his bro's grandstanding.
