Seeing Orion wasn't in the mood for heroics, Leonidas pulled his gaze from the horizon and studied the Death-Soul Fiend with curiosity.
"This avatar is the only one I have to walk the realm right now." Orion stared at The Bastion Wall winding through the erald peaks, frustration creeping into his voice. His Abyssal Dreadfin was locked down guarding the seas, and his Insect King avatar was still maturing. He couldn't even risk splitting off a demigod phantom. He hated having his hands tied.
"Relax, brother. With holding the line, anyone dumb enough to attack will be crushed." Leonidas clapped Orion on the shoulder, highly amused by his predicant. Orion being stretched thin ant he'd have to rely on Leonidas, and Leonidas relished the leverage.
"But seriously, as massive as The Endless Bastion is, it's barebones." He gestured to the stone. "It's a natural chokepoint, not an impregnable fortress. Forget etching eternal magical runes and arrays into The Bastion Wall for a second. We need basic fortifications first: ramparts, watchtowers, gatehouses, beacon towers, arrow towers, and suspension gates. We have to build a complete military defense network on this pass, and fast."
Orion knew all this. It was exactly why he was here.
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