Maelric watched the battle unfold in the magic mirror. The enemy was undeniably powerful, but they had only fielded three Archlords. That was a number the Holy Order could crush.
"I propose a unified crusade," Maelric announced, his voice echoing in the chamber. "Stellaris, Twilight Vale, Sena, Silvermoon, Gulaba, and Agaman. All six dioceses must mobilize. We scour the land."
He leaned forward, his eyes cold.
"There are wolves in our pasture. We do not tolerate wolves."
While the war council raged in the Agaman Central Diocese and the battle for Dolame Square burned on, the deep waters of the Westreach Sea Trench had fallen silent.
The slaughter was over.
In the deepest recess of the trench, within a palace carved from naturally forming glacial crystal, Orion, Leonidas, and Kraken sat upon thrones, surrounded by a harem of Siren captives. They drank, they laughed, and they celebrated the spoils of war.
Sometimes, a massacre is the most effective diplomacy.
