"Orion, what exactly are you getting at?"
Evander, the human demigod, sensed the shift in the atmosphere. His instincts, sharpened by years of survival, were screaming that something was wrong. He didn't waste time with pleasantries.
"Gentlemen," Orion began, his voice terrifyingly calm. "This war didn't start today. It began ten years ago."
He paused, letting the words settle.
"As you've all suspected, the Titanion Realm has been on the back foot from day one. The anomalies tearing apart our sky? That's just the enemy getting too big to hide. They aren't knocking on the door anymore; they're already in the living room."
"We're losing?" Kairon stepped forward. Although he stood in human form, the dorsal spine protruding from his skull betrayed his aquatic origins. "How are we losing?"
The fin on Kairon's head crackled with agitated blue static, the air around him smelling of ozone.
