In Orion's grand design, Caelus and Elara were destined to be the Horde's next generation of demigod powerhouses—the ultimate deterrents.
Because of this, the mundane bureaucracy of managing the Horde—a distraction that would only stall their progression—never fell on their shoulders. Orion wanted them unburdened. He needed them to reach the demigod realm as fast as humanly possible.
So far, both were exceeding expectations. They were inching closer to the demigod tier with every passing day.
"Release the news," Orion commanded, his voice steady and absolute. "It is time for the Stoneheart Horde to crown its second Giant King."
"Given my current state and level of power, I am no longer fit to sit on the throne. Countless foreign factions will soon arrive to treat with the Stoneheart Horde. Am I supposed to receive them all as a mere phantom?"
Receiving delegations in the Horde Hall had opened his eyes to the glaring administrative cracks within their ranks.
