Orion's hand shot out, snatching the Witch's shadow bolt from mid-air. The divine power infused within it didn't even have time to detonate before the Curse Avatar's flesh simply… consumed it.
"Delicious," Orion murmured, licking his lips. The simple, predatory gesture sent a visceral chill through the Witch.
"It's you… the giant, Orion!" she stammered, her composure shattering. "But that's impossible. You… you were just an Archlord! How did you ascend so fast?"
Her mind reeled, trying to process the reality-breaking sight before her. Wait… is this his true form? Has he been a demigod this whole time? Was everything I saw before just an avatar? The victory she'd had in her grasp was being ripped away, and she couldn't comprehend how.
She was filled with a furious, burning resentment. Why is this happening?
