Leo sat beneath the silver tree while the other students recovered throughout the garden. Some were treating injuries while others rested beside the streams that crossed the Domain. A few had begun talking among themselves now that the immediate danger was gone, but Leo paid them little attention.
His eyes remained fixed on the system window floating before him while his thoughts continued moving through possibilities. The plan itself was simple. Too simple, perhaps, which meant it was almost a bad idea.
Yielding Spine also agreed it was bad. Ever since Leo had settled on the idea, the weapon had not stopped complaining. Unfortunately, every alternative Leo considered seemed worse. The Executor's strength did not come from its body. It came from its distortions. It came from its ability to control the battlefield and force others to fight on its terms.
