"Come forth!"
The words ripped from my throat as I tapped into the reservoir of souls I had been hoarding. I didn't hold back. I summoned one more Lightning Fallen God, bringing my divine vanguard to four.
But that wasn't enough for the scale of this massacre. I reached across the digital map and recalled three more Fallen Gods from the northern cities of Poughkeepsie and Middletown.
At this point, I was intentionally risking the weakening of the defences at the other cities. It was a tactical gamble that would make any traditional general wince, but I had a higher purpose now.
I needed to inspire the human race. I needed a historical, mythic battle that would burn into the collective memory of my people.
"Consume this," I commanded, pulling out several small, glowing vials. I gave each Fallen God here five essences—enough to sustain one hundred consecutive supreme attacks in their arsenal without draining my own vitality.
