The Deputy Commander delivered the line flatly, betraying no emotion, but Orion heard what was hidden beneath the surface. It was the low hum of disappointment, of exhaustion, and he was hiding it well. But really, the simple fact that he hadn't announced a victory said it all.
"You seem… different," Arthas said, his eyes fixed on the Deathly Soul-Reaper. Although it still radiated the aura of a peak Archlord, he felt something else, a subtle sense of unease. To be precise, it was the kind of danger-sense a demigod feels when confronted by another demigod. It was faint, but it was there.
"Yeah… It's a long story," Orion replied. "I comprehended my Lord's Stone. When I get back, I have some questions for you three comrades."
Silence. A dead, profound stillness hung in the air.
"What did you just say?" Arthas finally asked, his voice sharp.
