"Besides," Alexander's voice shed the last of its killing intent, replaced by cold logic. "You don't have time to build fortifications. And razing this land to scorched earth isn't what you want, either."
The logic was undeniable. Pushing the battlefield far away from the Black Tower was the only way to buy the time he needed to build a proper defense. The more time he could secure, the stronger their foothold would become.
"Unleash the demonic monsters you've converted," Alexander instructed. "Send them south to intercept the enemy's advance. Let the war erupt in their territory, not ours."
Using their own tactics against them. There's a sadistic genius to it, Orion thought, studying Alexander's deep-set eyes. He was beginning to see a vicious streak of irony hidden in his ally's soul.
"The clown wants to go fishing, doesn't he?" Alexander continued. "Fine. Let's crash his fishing trip. I'm curious to see who ends up on whose hook."
