Adam absorbed this, feeling the weight of cosmic responsibility settling on his shoulders. Around him, gods and monsters waited for his word, each one capable of reshaping reality with their will alone. Through the windows, he could see the massive armies gathering—millions of warriors, gods, demons, and constructs all preparing for the greatest battle since creation began.
He thought for a long moment, his mind racing through possibilities, calculating odds, considering the strengths and weaknesses of each force arrayed against them. Finally, he stood.
"We fight smart," he declared, his voice carrying absolute authority. "They expect us to meet them head-on, to match army against army in some grand melee. Instead, we hit them where they're weak, when they're unprepared, and we make them chase us across their own territory."
