Orion paused, his mind racing even as the battlefield roared around him. He had stolen a Gray Crystal belonging to an Arch Lord. Valuable? Yes. But enough for an Abyssal Ruler to personally intervene? Unlikely. That was like a king descending from his throne to chase a pickpocket.
If the Abyssal Ruler actually wanted Orion dead, he wouldn't have sent a messenger. He wouldn't have sent a squad. He would have sent a calamity.
If this was the will of the Ruler, Orion thought, his grip tightening on his scythe, the executioner wouldn't be someone weaker than a Demigod.
He looked at Eudan, really looked at him. The demon was posturing.
He's bluffing.
Orion knew the hierarchy. The gap between him and an Abyssal Ruler was the difference between a candle flame and a supernova. If he had truly offended the Ruler to the point of personal animosity, he would already be dead.
