The remaining wisp of Rule Power carried by the Flower Goddess phantom became Orion's trophy.
Orion was no stranger to wrestling with the Goddess's specific brand of divine law. His [Curse Avatar] was practically a monument to their past skirmishes.
But the phantom had made a fatal miscalculation. She hadn't anticipated that Orion possessed a God-Level ability like [Divine Art: Psionic Morph - Roar of Resolve]. Her divinity, already depleted from fighting the corrosive pressure of the Primordial Void, crumbled instantly under the psychic assault.
She had nothing left.
A perfect vessel. The thought echoed in the stillness of Orion's Mind Realm.
The consciousness of the Flower Goddess had been ground into dust. Orion reached out, his mental projection brushing against the fading silhouette. Instantly, the phantom dissolved into a torrent of pure Faith Energy, flooding into Orion's core like a breaking dam.
