"Let us raise our goblets to celebrate overcoming this trial!"
At Orion's toast, the elders within the chieftain's tent lifted their cups, their faces alight with excitement.
Orion drained the skull goblet in his hand, then swept his gaze across the gathered elders of the Stoneheart Horde.
These pillars of the horde had all emerged from blood and fire. In terms of combat prowess and execution, Orion was more than satisfied with them.
However, when it came to strategic thinking, most of them fell short.
Races like the giants, obsidian golems, and buffalofolk often didn't begin to think critically until they were well into old age. This limitation meant that many of his people had a low ceiling for growth—a concern that had been weighing on Orion's mind.
As the Stoneheart Horde grew stronger, Orion knew that many of the current council members would eventually be replaced.
