The card was about the size of a driver's license, its surface a hazy, indistinct blur with no visible information or patterns. But the moment Orion's fingers touched it, he knew exactly what it was.
It was a Rebirth Card, a true artifact.
By channeling a mere sliver of his soul into it, he could generate a projection of himself in a special, alternate plane of existence.
In other words, Orion could control this projection to establish his own faction in another world, harvesting even more faith. And best of all, this method was completely foolproof, a zero-risk operation.
"Now this is a hell of a gift," he murmured.
He had to admit, the item Arthas had given him was exponentially more valuable than the boons from the Deputy Commander and Alexander. Orion could see the difference clearly. Arthas had given him a permanent, sustainable channel for acquiring faith. It wasn't a one-time boost; it was a steady, inexhaustible stream.
"I owe him big for this one."
