If she pushed hard enough and Orion's real mind didn't react in time, she could shatter his will completely. She could win the fight and, even better, take permanent possession of the Deathly Soul-Reaper.
At the thought, a burning greed lit up the Witch's eyes. Her ability to copy the Deathly Soul-Reaper was temporary, a feat achieved only by using a powerful Divine Art with her Fallen Angel body as a vessel. Once her divine power ran out, this body would be the one to die.
"Mine. This is mine!"
The perfection of the body drove the Witch deeper into a frenzy. She closed the distance inside the Mirrored Sanctum, going face-to-face with the Deathly Soul-Reaper, forcing a brutal, close-quarters slugfest. It was the only way to accelerate the drain on Orion's focus.
Outside the sanctum, the earth was soaked in blood. The only true measure of war's cruelty is in flesh and death.
