Lightning Is the Only Way

"You're my friend, Orthar! Don't force me into this situation!" Silva shouted in rage and helplessness. Several level two Lords stood behind him. Starting at the Unity Realm, no beast could be counted as stupid anymore. As soon as Silva explained everything to them, they realized the actual danger they were in. If two level three Lords attacked, they would all get annihilated.

Yet, just as many beasts stood behind Orthar. They had seen their insane growth and noticed how the pressure had helped them. Of course, this also meant that they realized how dangerous it would be for them if so many Lords left them. They wanted to stay, but if so many Lords left, the chances of them dying would increase significantly.

"You have stopped being a friend to me after your words, Silva," Orthar said coldly. "I want to become powerful! That's my goal in life! Yet, by convincing so many Lords to leave with you, you have become a hindrance to me! You can leave by yourself if you want, but I won't allow so many Lords to leave with you!"

Meanwhile, the beasts were all in distress. The two most powerful beasts beside the Leader were about to kill each other. They didn't want to go against each other, but both sides had their own goals.

Ironically, the goals of both sides were identical. Both sides just didn't want to die. Yet, the same goal manifested in different ideologies and mindsets. Because of that, even though both sides just didn't want to die, they were about to kill each other.

"Give up, Orthar!" Silva shouted. "Even if I were to die to you, my followers will just leave! They know the truth now and will leave, even without me! Killing me won't change anything!"

Many of the onlookers, who hadn't decided on a side, felt themselves sway to Silva's camp. Yes, what could the Oracle even do? The beasts would leave either way. They might as well just join Silva in leaving.

"So?" Orthar answered. "By killing you and your followers, our Tribe will get some supreme tempering. On top of that, your deaths will give rise to several level three Lords! At that point, we won't have to fear the invasion of level three Lords anymore!"

Now, the onlookers were swayed towards Orthar's camp. If they all killed Silva's side, they would become even more powerful. If a level four Lord invaded, the Leader would get involved. They only needed to be powerful enough to resist level three Lords. They knew that their Lords were way more powerful than average Lords. One level three Lord in their Tribe might be able to take on two invading level three Lords.

Silva's body shook in rage and frustration. "That is only true if you still have enough level two Lords after this fight! Additionally, if so many level two Lords become level three Lords, you would have a shortage of level two Lords. What if lots of level two Lords invade then? Would the level three Lords care about those?"

"Your Leader won't protect you from death! Are you willing to stay in such a dangerous Tribe!?" Silva shouted at the beasts behind Orthar.

Yet, look at where we are now! The way of the Leader has proven that this is the fastest way to grow more powerful! If it were up to you, you would

remain at their current power. Maybe their Realm increases, but then they will

allow everyone to temper themselves to their heart's content! The only

that, your Tribe will feel nearly no pressure and become average like any other Tribe, Commander!" Orthar shouted back. "Your path might work if all other Tribes in this world are passive, but that isn't the reality

shouted back. "But by deliberately angering such powerful Tribes, you transform this eventuality into certainty! Your Tribe is doomed to die, while my Tribe

fight a gamble with death?" Orthar answered. "The best fights are the ones where we don't see a chance of victory but still win. We have fought together against two level three Lords.

be a choice for the individual!" Silva shouted back. "Not every beast wants to go through such insane fights as you and I! Yet, by

and uncertainty tore the beasts apart. Both sides sounded incredibly convincing, and the beasts that had chosen their side had also

and Orthar. The beasts weren't able to decide which side to join, which made them join the

they both reacted in different ways. Silva grew more frustrated. He

development in stride. The beasts that stood neutrally at the sidelines would follow the victor. Orthar only needed

and Silva saw their companions leaving, they felt more pressure and also left.

in different positions. Silva was the active one, while Orthar was

said. "I have said that you can leave by yourself. So, I won't stand in your way any

a sneaky sparkle appeared inside his eyes. "Sure, I will leave, octopus," he said with

with a smile. "If you want to leave the River Tribe, just

will appear while your most

need two level three lords to endanger the Tribe. With only you,

next level three Lord will invade. Because without the Leader intervening, that day will be the last day of the

for a second.

Orthar said. "I will become a level three Lord today, and I will protect us from other level three Lords. Your scheme