Red stared at the glowing system prompt.
'They are apex predators, but they act like bickering toddlers,' Red thought with a heavy sigh.
He pulled up the tactical profiles of both commanders on his interface. Elian's presence on the Second Continent would undeniably boost the morale of the human troops, and as a Prophet, he served as a direct conduit for his faith.
His duty was far beyond anyone could comprehend. And his existence was the most important.
'But I cannot risk him on a foreign frontline,' Red reasoned, swiping Elian's profile aside. 'If the expeditionary force faces a catastrophic threat, I would be forced to descend. Elian is just a Prophet, not an Apostle. And even if he were... my hundred-fold multiplier trait makes my descent exponentially too destructive. Their mortal bodies simply cannot endure the sheer density of my energy.'
