Moments later, the rift erupted.
Droves of Ocean Hunters, aquatic Hydra-beasts, and Sea-Drake Cavalry surged forth like a tide of teeth and scales.
Orion's plan was simple: unleash the horde. He would let this army sweep the Westreach Trench, hunting down every last Siren hiding in the crevices. But their true purpose was that of canaries in a coal mine—fodder sent ahead to trigger whatever lethal traps the Sirens might have hidden in their lair.
Now, all Orion and his brothers had to do was wait for the results.
Seizing the lull in combat, Orion let his consciousness drift, sinking into the metaphysical space of the Survivor's Platform to marshal his forces.
Hulk: "The Rite of Fatebound Offering arrays will activate on schedule in three days. Are you all prepared?"
Orion broadcast the message to his private circle.
Aerin: "Godfather, all provisions and fodder for the campaign are stockpiled and ready. I wish everyone a victorious start!"
