Valkorath Realm, Soraya City.
Orion opened his eyes upon the throne, fully informed of the intricate situation unfolding in the underworld. Yet there was no hint of concern on his face—only deep contemplation.
"Just two collisions of will projection are enough to deplete mine," he murmured. "It seems the opponent's strength is roughly at a mid-level Legendary stage."
From his clash with Loska's will projection, Orion had gained a rough sense of his adversary's prowess. As he continued to project how events might unfold, a giant guard entered the palace, informing Orion that Onyx was waiting outside.
"Let the prophet in."
Moments later, Onyx trotted into the hall, brimming with excitement. "Lord, I've finished constructing that building you requested!"
At his words, Orion's eyes lit up. He strode down from the throne. "Prophet, wait here for a moment."