On the perimeter of the vast arena stood four colossal statues, their features blurred and indistinct. Every time Orion's gaze swept over them, he felt a crushing pressure, a strange sensation as if his very sight was being devoured.
The Four Gods? he thought. The statues had to be representations of the Cult of Four's deities. They were powerful, mighty. Even as inert stone, they radiated an oppressive aura that weighed on him.
"Welcome to the Killing Floor of our Cult of Four," the cloaked figure's voice echoed. "Consider it an honor to die here."
The leader finally threw back his hood. Orion saw him clearly now—a human. One by one, the other four arch lords on the arena floor revealed their faces. Aside from the female knight, the group included a hulking Moon Giant carrying a bizarre wooden club, a Demon with a long, barbed tail, and a Firelord with crimson hair and a ghastly, contorted face.
Orion's eyes locked onto the Moon Giant. So that's who shattered my afterimage.
