Whoosh!
The impact sent Orion hurtling backward through the air.
Far below, on the slopes of the mountain range at the rear of the battlefield, Clymene witnessed the entire exchange.
"What power is that?" The voice of Desdemona, the succubus elder, echoed in the shared space of Clymene's mind. "It repelled even My Lord's attack! And he is an Archlord now!"
"The enemy is also an Archlord," came a second, more cautious voice. It was Vargrum. "We should not stare too long at such a terrifying being. His gaze might find us in the crowd."
"What is there to fear?" a third, bellicose voice boomed. Grendel, the most hot-tempered of the souls, scoffed. "My Lord is there! He won't let that bastard in the sky get away with it."
The battle between Archlords raging in the heavens had cast a pall of fear over the entire battlefield. The Legendary-tier champions on both sides kept their distance, none daring to even fly at low altitudes, lest they be annihilated by the collateral fury.
