Leonidas's eyes held an excited glint, a thirst for war, a love for slaughter.
It was an emotion Orion sometimes shared.
"As for those Archlords, they're all extremely cunning. They'll only commit their true bodies to the fray if absolutely forced."
"They all fear death, all want to live on, desperately seeking the chance to ascend to the demigod level."
"What's more, with demigods active in this world, they're even less likely to show their true faces."
Leonidas grew more animated as he spoke, as if he'd found a familiar, disdainful topic, his words vivid and colorful.
"Bro, are you like that too?"
Orion's sudden interjection, however, made Leonidas immediately stop his tirade.
"Uh… Hulk, that's not how this is supposed to go. You should be despising those cowards with me."
Leonidas's torrent of words ceased. Under Orion's unwavering gaze, he couldn't just ignore the question.
"Ahem… Hulk, today I'll teach you a proper lesson."
