They both attempted to bow, but Orion swiftly stopped them with an invisible force.
He shook his head.
General Reynold and Oberon were among the few individuals he genuinely respected. No matter the circumstances, even when they shared a common goal, they had always treated him as an equal.
He couldn't allow them to bow before him—not even now, despite the reverence his new status commanded.
Both gods nodded in understanding and straightened their backs.
Then, a voice that had remained silent throughout the latter half of the events rang out.
"Good. Good. Good. I knew I wouldn't regret my decision to invest in you," the bizarre Mysteries of the Divine Mysteries said with joyful enthusiasm, clasping its hands together. "Now, why don't you tell us what we're all eager to hear?"
"How exactly were you able to accomplish all of this? Don't tell me it was just a sudden epiphany, right?"
Orion was no longer hurt by the radiance of the Will. He could see its true form.
