The Supreme's brow furrowed as he weighed the possibilities. War was never a simple choice. He had to approach this in a way that would minimise the potential loss on his side. If Midas was really backed by someone or had something to rely on, then it was better to take him seriously. However, if he was alone, then that would change everything yet again.
The Supreme had the responsibility to make his entire race survive after all. And now, with the full strength of his army, waiting for his word, he felt a real burden.
The Left Hand, ever loyal and perceptive, stepped closer at tha moment, his voice low and measured as he said, `They wait for you, Supreme. What shall we do?`
The Supreme did not turn, keeping his gaze fixed on the distant horizon where the waves were still crashing against the shore. `Tell me,` he began softly, `If I were to desire to speak to this Midas, would it make me seem weak to my people?`
