Hallucination?
Orson didn't think so.
Light flashed in his eyes as he opened the Ancient Sage's Eye. Sure enough, he picked up a trail. Fine white motes sifted down with the moonlight like a cloud of fireflies, drifting and shivering in the wind.
A godfield.
Those specks of white godlight circled the air around him, as if he were something to be studied or feared. Wherever his gaze landed, the motes unraveled and vanished.
His face darkened. The feel was identical to when Riley unfolded her own field. This floating white shimmer was just another face of divine rules.
Calls himself Solitary…
Orson's mouth quirked. This godly remnant had mistaken him for the Godslayer, the one and only Blaze King.
He ignored the rules' prying and sank back into meditation.
