Just as Latychrenber had guessed, Orion was stalling for time.
Activating his trump card, Blood Sacrifice, took time. Absorbing the terrifying power it unleashed also took time.
Fortunately, he was done.
"I've wanted to challenge a demigod for a long time," Orion's voice boomed, "even if it's just a phantom."
As he spoke, his body began to swell, the sheer force of his expansion pushing back the heavy mist. His Titan Form materialized, larger and more imposing than ever before, the soul of his ancestor pulsing with furious energy on his forehead.
"DIE!"
Orion knew this was different from fighting an arch lord. Against a demigod, there were no second chances. His first move had to be his last. It had to decide everything.
In another Slaughter Space, Alexander, a being with even more combat experience than Orion, understood this principle perfectly.
The moment he entered the space, he had initiated his true killing move.
