Orion sighed, a rare expression of frustration crossing his face. Killing anything Archlord-rank or higher was a logistical nightmare. They possessed a Body of Faith—a metaphysical anchor that made them nearly impossible to put down with a single strike.
Demigods were even worse. They rarely fought with their true bodies, preferring to project avatars or manifestations of pure will. Truly killing one required extinguishing every trace of their essence.
"If we could handle the Goddess Agaman, we can handle the Sea Folk," Orion said, his voice firm. It wasn't arrogance; it was a calculation.
"My concern isn't their combat power," he continued. "It's that they won't fight fair. If they get desperate, they could trigger a massive tsunami. Flood the coastal regions, salt the earth, destroy the infrastructure we just captured. A scorched-earth policy, but with water."
