My love, Lilith thought, a soft smile on her lips. You've grown stronger again, haven't you? Though Orion had shown no overt display of power, she could feel it. Her husband had ascended to another level.
***
High above the battlefields of the Silverwood Realm, within the Mirrored Sanctum.
The Witch was fighting with everything she had, her eyes locked on the Deathly Soul-Reaper, tracking its every twitch and expression. But she was getting nothing.
"Sorry," the Deathly Soul-Reaper said suddenly. "I'm afraid your plan is about to fall apart."
The voice meant Orion's full consciousness had returned, flooding the avatar with focus and power.
"Get the fuck outta here with that 'sorry' bullshit, you lunatic!"
The Witch was about to lose her mind. She had been so close. The copy was visibly starting to buckle under her relentless assault, its rhythm breaking down. But Orion's return shattered her dream of claiming the Deathly Soul-Reaper for herself.
