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It was a strange position to be in, he knew. If he did nothing here, then he had a rather strong feeling that, eventually, Morgunov would either escape or even turn the tables on the Vanguardians here. And judging by the man’s aura, by what a furious inferno it was, the latter possibility was seeming quite likely indeed.

Did Morgunov even wish to escape? Or was killing Germal his foremost priority now?

Gohvis-Aeha couldn’t allow that to happen, either.

Additionally, there were the vast distances to take into consideration. This battle here, while theoretically part of the Second Continental War, was not actually taking place on the Eloan continent like all the others. So if he meant to drag this battle over to one of those, it would mean crossing one of the oceans first--while the feldeath continued to give chase, no less.

Would that even be possible?

Well, yes, of course it would. An ocean wouldn’t stop Kallmakk, nor Morgunov, nor Koh, nor Germal... but Iceheart and the rest of the Vanguardians?

Some of them would probably get left behind. Which would gradually weaken them, further strengthening Morgunov’s position and diminishing Germal’s. There were also aerial dogfights still taking place over the Luthic. That probably wouldn’t be an issue, but there were a few pilots in the world who could make it one.

All in all, not ideal.

There were two other options, though.

Instead of bringing this fight to one of the other warfronts, he could bring it to the Prime. That would certainly mix things up. The Prime would probably be quite displeased with him, but at the moment, he was quite displeased with the Prime, too, so maybe that would only be fair.

For some reason, however, he found himself leaning away from that option. Why? There was scarcely enough opportunity to think all these things through, let alone dwell on his feelings about them. But it did bother him a bit. He wanted to return to the network, didn’t he? To reestablish the strongest connection possible? Going to the Prime was the easiest way to do that. Probably the smartest, too.

And yet he was reluctant. He wanted to find some other way. Miserable as he was, he didn’t want this to...

Ugh.

So what did that leave?

The last option. And perhaps worst. Or best, accounting for distance.

He could bring the battle to Father.