Save all of giant-kin?
Orion couldn't. He had neither the right nor the reputation to even try. All he could do was gather those he encountered, those willing to follow him, and give them a better life. A life spent as the gears in his war machine.
A powerful giant piloting a Death-Soul avatar, one who has earned the fealty of Scourge Wardens, Valacar thought, the pieces clicking into place. Orion's value in his strategic calculus was rising by the second.
To a being like Valacar, pedigree was everything. Giants were not a top-tier race in the Abyss, but they were a major one—populous, with footholds across countless planes. It was a simple calculation: if Orion established a permanent stronghold, the giants of this entire plane would, in all likelihood, flock to his banner.
