Dragonflame Island. The great battle was not over.
Orion stared down with an icy expression as the dragon's body beneath him disintegrated bit by bit. The Ghost Dragon summon had been a success, sealing everything in its path. Forget a dragon; even a demigod would likely have been devoured.
Orion collected the survivor's loot box, but there was no joy in his eyes.
Because after the dragon's body dissipated and the Ghost Dragon vanished, a smaller version of the dragon, wreathed in flames, appeared. It opened its mouth and spewed torrents of fire at him.
This was the dragon's body of faith. And what it spat was not true fire, but countless motes of faith energy.
Orion's form flickered, and he used Instant Impact to teleport to a higher altitude. The lightning storm in the heavens had not yet ceased, and the demigods' lightning magic was something the body of faith dared not approach.
