Makareth gave up struggling, going limp like a dead fish against Leonidas. Disgusted, Leonidas shoved him off.
"I'm not screwing around, Makareth," Leonidas said, his tone dropping into a rare deadpan. "A million is just the quota for phase one. If you want to reach the demigod tier, you need an unlimited supply of war slaves from the Abyss. Any race will do. Once Orion punches a hole through to The Primordial Continent, that's your ticket to ascension."
The Primordial Continent was a vast, unclaimed expanse. If Makareth had the sheer power to back it up, he could achieve demigod status in record time. He had already comprehended the Lord's Stone on his own; all he lacked was territory and faith energy.
"Seriously?" Makareth instantly snapped out of his funk. He darted up to the Death-Soul Fiend avatar, waiting for Orion's confirmation.
