The greatest hunters in the world had all fallen prey to Artemis. Which begged the question, were they ever the greatest?
Such was the case with Orion. After being captured by Artemis, he was made into a constellation, a trophy for everyone to witness. His fate had been reduced to nothing but an object of amusement.
"Your envy knows no bounds, Artemis," Yama commented as he narrowed his eyes on Noel. His body stood still as three projectiles approached him. A slight vibration in his figure revealed that he was gathering energy, but why did it feel different? It wasn't the same as gathering mana in your core. This was something entirely unexpected, even to The Absolute.
"In the presence of life, we are face to face with everything. When faced with desperation and emptiness, we are forced to accept nothing."
