Orion just gave a bitter smile.
He summoned the Deathly Soul-Reaper, gesturing for Leonidas to take a look at the avatar, which was now missing more than half its body.
"The aura of the Death-Soul race?" Leonidas's eyes went wide. "Whoa… and it's at the arch lord peak!"
He whistled. "Nice one, bro!"
Orion just shook his head, looking completely spent.
This time, the Deathly Soul-Reaper had been countered by the holy fire of Light, and more than half of its body had been incinerated. The amount of time and resources it would take to repair it was incalculable.
In other words, the Deathly Soul-Reaper was out of commission for the foreseeable future.
"I can't believe you actually got your hands on one of these."
Just then, Alexander walked slowly into the palace, his spirit swordavatar slung over his back.
"Bro, you recognize this thing?" Orion pointed at the battered Reaper, his eyes fixed on Alexander.
